She Stared at My Open Window…

protected by nothing except bikinis made of leopard skin and boots (it is almost mid-November, after all). Her gaze was inviting, and her dark locks flowed freely down her shoulders, entwining with the glossy waves of her blonde friend who sat by her side, wrapped up in tiger skin.

In over a year that I lived in my apartment I got to see all sorts of things from my “rare window”. But to have two sexy women pushing their faces into my flat was, erm, different. I knew – of course, I knew – these two sirens would be gracing the cover of a large truck, tall enough to cover my entire window from the view, and I was not wrong. And yet… it was a peculiar sight to behold. Which is why I commemorated it in pictures and in a post.


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