Hot Sandra
Hot Sandra I sat across from Sandra, barely paying attention to what she was saying as her appearance had me completely captivated. She was drunk and free of inhibitions, sitting on my bed with a short skirt hiked up so high that all I could see were her panties – or rather the lack thereof. It was summer and incredibly hot outside, which must have been why she decided to forgo underwear altogether. She sat cross-legged in front of me, completely unashamed by her exposed state. Or perhaps she simply forgot? Either way, I couldn’t help but stare at the …
