I like to call them "real women". Simply because they have confidence in themselves. The Starlettes may not be built like their cohorts, but they know...how to have sex appeal also.Our next entry on this list is a Starlette and sings with me. Her full name is Deshae Dixon. You can guess what her nickname is. There's really not much to say about her, except this: She's personally nice to look at. She's in the soprano section while I sing baritone. The reason why: She's very messy and gossipy. Most. I exited and went under the porch. I pulled the corpse out and fastened the bag to his head. That eliminated the mess from the blood. I pulled the body around the side of the house, staying in the shadows as much as I could. Just as I got to the front corner, a van pulled up. I was set and ready, my Springfield ready. Then I saw the signal coming from the red LED light. I returned the countersign and 4 men in black got out. Silently, they approached. Two of them picked up the package I had been. How Nicole managed to spill a full glass of red wine over the woman's left shoulder while coming from the other direction I'll never know. Perhaps one day she'll teach me that trick, as it worked to perfection. The lady wheeled, the seduction forgotten, loudly blaming an innocent bloke who was standing behind her, coincidentally holding an empty wineglass. Hysterical shrieking also seemed to be grounds for disqualification from the competition as was wearing a drink.About three couples were. HESSS FASTER OH Y... HESSS HARDER OH Y... HESSS OHHHHHHH," she yelled and fell back gasping for breath.Chachu rammed his cock into Mala's choot a couple of times more before starting to spurt his cum."She has passed the first test," chachu said."Thank you sir," Mala grinned, "You know how to please a girl." Mala, your choot is very tight. Didn't Afzal sir fuck you?" chachu asked."Only occasionally," Mala replied."Why, what happened?" chachu said, "I thought he loves to fuck young girls like.