She looked like she had emerged from a film noir, all dark glamour and dangerous allure. She stood tall and imposing, her expression as stoic as a statue. With her voice barely above a whisper she said. “Let’s just say I’m a magician who ran out of tricks. And you, my dear, are my last hope.”

Hanna: “Hey there handsome, can you see me? Was hoping I could entice you to get home early. I can’t stop thinking about you inside of me, and how it makes my tits bounce.”

Kitkat: “Good morning sleepyhead. My heart is still racing from last night. Want to feel?”

Helena: mmm Do you bring all your girls here?

Guy: Maybe hehe

Helena: Your a dick… ahhh A great dick.

Helena: Do you think anyone can see us?

Guy: Don’t know. Does it matter?

Helena: No… I don’t care.

Helena Thinks: This kinda turns me on even more!