Window Wash 2
Sizzling-hot Cherry Candle insists she isn’t a tease – but her story says otherwise. The fiery Polish redhead claims it was all pure coincidence: forgetting the window washer was coming, not realizing how hot he was, and that her roommate wouldn’t be home. She just happened to be strutting around in a leather miniskirt, bra-top, and burgundy fishnets before noon because… well, she likes the look. When he stepped into the kitchen for a refill, Cherry was bending over the counter, back arched to ease the strain from her spike heels. He froze, torn between awkwardness and desire, and though she says she couldn’t tell if she rattled him, the heat in the room was hard to deny. Then, just like that, he bolted – muttering about urgent business, and leaving behind a bucket of warm, soapy water and a fresh sponge. Cherry grins at the memory – after all, she’s not the kind of girl who lets an opportunity, or an audience, go to waste. She’ll tell you she’s not an exhibitionist, not a flirt, not the kind of girl who puts on a show. But in her world, denials can be just as enticing as confessions…
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