May 1, 2024 0:25:15 GMT
[googlefont=Mrs Saint Delafield]
leona a. stonehouse
Dancing at the nightclub wasn't Leona's usual jam. But after being stood up on a date, she needed some action - either with a man or a woman. It was rare she ever went out of her way, but she was quite proud of her body. It was more muscular and toned now. She didn't look so frail and was more bulked out. While the idea of a one-night stand wasn't the best course of action, Leona was on the prowl. Even if all she got was sloppily snogging or grinding.
She dressed in an outfit that would've made Aaron tell her to cover up. Her abs and long legs were on full display in her chiffon Y2K-inspired fit.
Leona got a cab to the club that was already bumping. She took two shots and shimmied her way to the dance floor, purposely making sure her chest was pumped up.
As she moved her body, her pole training became evident with the flexibility of her hip movements. She eyed someone and grinned, before making her way over. “You look like you need a distraction,” she purred.
She dressed in an outfit that would've made Aaron tell her to cover up. Her abs and long legs were on full display in her chiffon Y2K-inspired fit.
Leona got a cab to the club that was already bumping. She took two shots and shimmied her way to the dance floor, purposely making sure her chest was pumped up.
As she moved her body, her pole training became evident with the flexibility of her hip movements. She eyed someone and grinned, before making her way over. “You look like you need a distraction,” she purred.
