Okay, he isn’t immune after all. Damon wasn’t sure if he was pleased or dismayed to learn that. Well, any guy under the age of ninety could hardly be unstirred by the blatant sexuality of Brandi’s moves.
Holy s**t, this babe is hotter than jalapenos. I sure hope she’s over eighteen, but she did mention dancing in clubs. I don’t guess they’d allow minors even in the shadier parts of LA.
Knowing she was Julio and Rosalinda’s granddaughter didn’t help either. It almost felt like he was ogling a kid sister here. Still she started it, and assuming she’s legal, what can anyone say?
Brandi spun around, dipped to the floor in a backbend and, all at once, her blouse was gone. Her bra was a fragile wisp of beribboned lace. Every move she made threatened to spill her voluptuous breasts out of that
