Cora Budapest Xix. Keruelet Whore ❤️❤️❤️

About Nyiregyhaza

Heya, pal! D’oh! So, this chick – whoooore, man, she’s somethin else! I’m talkin bout this broad I saw down at Moe’s, right? Legs up to here, skirt so short I’m like – “Mmm… donuts.” – ‘cept it ain’t donuts, it’s trouble! She’s workin the room, all sultry, like she owns it. Reminds me of that flick I love, “The Diving Bell and Butterfly,” ya know? That dude trapped in his head, blinkin to talk – “I’m alive, damn it!” – that’s her, but she’s screamin it with her hips, not her eyes.

Finally, my name gets called. I strut up there, all confident-like. But then, bam! The judge is in a mood. She’s all about the rules today. I’m like, “Lady, I’m just trying to do my job here!” But she’s not having it. I mean, I get it, but c’mon!