Devious

It was Frida's first weekend out in The City; she felt an uncontrollable need to make her pussy happy and decided to obey that need with the very first girl that she was attracted to at the club. So it happened that Sandra was the one who caught her eye. She was ordering a drink at the bar and seemed elegant, holding her back straight and letting her long, black hair fall on her naked shoulders. Tight jeans were nicely wrapped around her sexy ass. Frida came closer to her, wishing to start talking to that beautiful creature when she turned around. When Sandra did turn around, Frida regretted standing so close to her. Besides spilling a Bloody Marry on Frida's new white shirt, Sandra was older than Frida expected her to be from that sexy butt. “Oh, shit,” said Sandra. She was pissed to spill her drink and was about to say something mean to Frida but bit her tongue after one look at her green, green eyes. “I'm so sorry for my clumsiness. I’ll pay for dry cleaners. Or, in this case, I’ll buy you a new one.” “It’s OK,” said Frida. She felt guilty. “I’m so sorry for standing too close. Let me buy you a drink.” “You can buy me a drink after I clean you up in the bathroom,” said Sandra and finished rest of the drink that hadn’t ended up on Frida’s shirt.