Poison Ivy: Lusting for More
When Poison stepped in the building all eyes were on her and that is exactly what she wanted. She slowly made her way to the bar pretending that she didn’t feel the eyes all on her and ordered a silly drink called a skittle and a shot of a patron. She was approached several times by many men but none of them caught her eye. She slowly walked her way to the back of the club where the private areas were and that is when she noticed him. The man stood over 6 feet tall, skin that looked like dark brown sugar, eyes that were big and round, a beard that made him distinguished and rough around that edge at the same time. His voice was silky and smooth and easily made Poison wet.