The escalator traffic seems to indicate towards the hot day i'm having.
All those cheeky glances,young and old.
And i stand there poised and sharp,
returning the eye smolders.
Legs slightly apart,groin forward.
Teasing those hot sweaty bitchs with dreams of an afternoon fuck in a London hotel room bed.
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