An ATF gets what's coming to her
I went to see an ATF the other day and she got what was coming to her. All over her. You see, when I arrived, she was in a long, sexy dress that said, "What the fuck, it's party time!" When she got up on the table to straddle my ass and grind those tiny Asiatic talons into my back, I felt the warmth of skin-to-skin action. No panties. And when she retired to the side and I reached around for some hairless delta, she eased my access by putting one leg up on the table. That's why she's an ATF.