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Ghetto Girl
(Kelly Addams)

A quick trip to the toilets, and five minutes later her underwear was rolled up tight and tucked into her purse, and as she sat at the bar with her two best friends she wondered who was trying to peep up her ridiculously short skirt, and how shocked they would be to see just a smooth shaved slit rather than the usual lacy fabric barrier. Let them all look she thought as she turned slightly on her high stool and allowed her knees to part a little, her exhibitionism causing her thick nipples to harden dramatically. Damn, what a kinky bitch I am tonight. Exhibitionism wasn't usually something that sprung to her mind, yes, she'd been caught a few times in department store dressing rooms, the curtain being pulled aside while she was in a state of semi undress, but that hadn't been deliberate. And I was never showing my naked pussy she reminded herself, once she'd been topless, an assistant had pulled the curtain aside a little further than necessary and the husband of the woman in the next cubicle had taken a really good look at her B-cup tits. But that wasn't on purpose, it's not like I was waiting for an opportunity to flash him, it just happened.

But maybe in the future I might try it again, and this time I will go out of my way to get seen, who would have thought that it would make me feel this horny? And just at that moment she spotted a group of three young men, all of them clearly peeping at her cunt. And as she felt her juices begin to flow Chelsea eased her knees further apart, and fought the urge to groan as she saw one of them swallow hard.

And you want this juicy black pussy, don't you? well dream on, you really aren't my type.

She couldn't clearly define her type, she just knew that hair shaved down to the bone and tattoos on the neck were not identifying her ideal mate. Look but don't think you can touch she giggled inside, then parted her thighs wider for a second before bringing her knees sharply together before turning back toward the bar.