“WELL, THIS IS IT,” Rachelle announced as she ushered Nicole into her apartment. “It’s not big, but it’s all mine,” she added with a smile.
“It’s awesome,” Nicole declared, looking around at the fashionable, bare brick walls, the art deco that adorned every wall and the distressed leather furniture that must no doubt have cost an absolute fortune.
“I have a sugar daddy who looks after me,” Rachelle explained. “He bought me this place, and these.” She clasped her hands over her overflowing breasts, pushing them together and jiggling them to create an impossibly deep, trembling cleavage that had Nicole mesmerised.
“Lucky you,” Nicole said as she stared at the vast plasma screen TV that was mounted on the wall above the stone fireplace.
“Lucky him, you mean,” Rachelle said with a lascivio
