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Every generation laughs at the old fashions, but follows religiously the new.
He knew how cliché it was, but the moment he saw her, he felt it. She was the one. The one he could take home to Mama. She was new in town, ain’t no one like that ever turn this many heads at the Shoot N Boot. He had to meet her…just had to figure out how.
She felt his eyes on her the whole time. Her hands wrapped tight around that Desert Eagle as she fired off the round after round. She sauntered back to main office, swinging her hips, not even throwing a glance his way. As she returned her range kit, she felt him lingering behind her, “Here it comes, this is going to be good” she thought. She turned to face him, his eyes quickly darting from her pert bottom to her face, not quickly enough though. A coy smirk spread across his oh-so-kissable lips, knowing he had been caught, “Name’s Rémy and I want to shoot you”. Trixie will always remember how she stood there…half in shock, half wanting to push him against the wall and take him right there.
Hook, line and sinker. Rémy knew she was his, especially since she hadn’t kicked him where it hurts yet. As she silently stood there, gazing at him, he went on to explain he was the new up-and-coming photographer for PISTOL and he wanted her as the cover girl. They spent the next few weeks together, their relationship blossoming. By the time the August issue of PISTOL hit the shelves, they were inseparable. Good thing, because now he’d have every red-blooded male in America after her.
Hair ♦ Argrace
Glasses ♦ Kalnins
Breast Tape ♦ League
Panties ♦ Bishes Inc
Shoes ♦ SLink
Poses ♦ Bounce This Poses