I bypassed the guys that were hanging around the clubhouse and went to my room. I eased the door open just to be on the safe side.
Huh, so that's the kind of mood she's in, is it. She was wearing the red wig today; that means she's feeling dirty, and my d**k is in for a workout.
Ginger has more wigs than I don't know what. She has one for every day of the week. I never know just who the f**k I'm going to meet from one day to the next, but as much as I get a kick out of her get-ups, I much prefer her natural black curls.
"Hey, baby." She turned at the sound of my voice, and I almost swallowed my tongue. She was wearing a bustier under her open robe-all black lace with ribbons and s**t, with her t**s hanging out the top.
Ginger Lee has gravity-defying t**s. There's no sag in the shits, a
