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Click hereWell…I admit.
I am an attention seeking whore.
And compliments I love,
So give it to me more.
Those whistles when I walk across,
the way they stare at my ass,
those scream saying all the filthy things,
Calling me slut, bitch and other names.
Oh! It makes me so wet down there.
From all the things I hear,
And I see a hard-on in their pants
imagining what might be hiding there.
When they hug me,
And grope my ass from behind,
I know what’s running,
Inside their filthy-dirty mind.
And they "feel" my boobs at every chance,
Whenever they invite me for a dance.
I love it all.
Their eyes following me everywhere.
And even when I am talking in the face,
In my bobs, they stare
The looks they give, it screams and say -
I am a just a toy, a doll to play.
And this is what I exactly want to be,
A sexual fantasy for everybody
It makes me feel so sexy from inside.
My dripping pussy, I cant hide.
An the attention seeking whore in me blushes,
She knows, I am doing things right.