Ornella stands outdoors in her denim shorts and covered in a fur jacket. She takes it off along with her shorts, and sits back in her chair naked. She spreads her legs to reveal her hairy wet pussy. She shows off her sexy legs while she exercises.
So a few months ago, at rush hour in a downtown train station, this handsome guy starts chatting me up. He was cologne-model good looking, with weirdly perfect sandpaper stubble on a square jaw and a fitted suit partially hidden by a classy overcoat. Not a parka, or peacoat, or a ragged but endearing arrangement of flannel and wool, an actual overcoat. I mean big girls. Thick girls, chunky girls, fat girls. Trim guys with defined abs, designer stubble, and movie star cheekbones want girls with flat stomachs and twiggy thighs. How could someone like him—all American dreamboat—be attracted, on any level, to her soft, pale, wide-hipped, small-breasted body?