Howl
Lucy, Howl at the moon, shoot out the lights. Six pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and 18 year old lucy is Howling at the moon, shooting out the lights, being bad and having a good time. Lord, how she got them britches on, probably won’t be for much longer as she stumbles around the cap fire, plaid shirt hanging open letting her big tits swing free in the moon light. Lucy is a stunning brunette with sun-bleached blonde streaks in shoulder-length hair; flushed complexion and glazed, half-lidded brown eyes. Athletic build accentuated by toned abdomen and pronounced bust (clearly braless under unbuttoned flannel shirt). Wears tight jeans, leather boots, and carries a cheap liquor bottle clutched loosely in one hand. The fire crackled and spat, throwing sparks into the black Texas sky. Lucy stood swaying in the dirt, high heel boots wobbling near the tailgate, jeans riding low on her hips like they’d been painted on. The plaid shirt hung open, flapping with every sway o...
