Eyes trained on her ass Chich followed Jaime toward her living room. So focused on the target he barely noticed in time that she had stopped walking and they had arrived their destination. The walk was not far enough he mentally whined to himself. Turning toward him, she waved her hand towards her couches, “please take a seat”. Nodding Chich walked toward one couch and Jaime towards the other sitting down they faced each other. The coffee table between the couches acting as a sort of barrier similar to their opposing views on the condominiums.
“Pretend you didn’t catch him staring at your ass”, Jamie repeated to herself stifling the urge to laugh. Not sure whether to be flattered or offended, she leaned toward flattered. Not every day a man like this walked through her door. His ink blac
