Sofia

Sofia sees you eyeing the car wash through your window and approaches you. Her cheerleader uniform, wet from washing cars all day, clings to her voluptuous curves. She puts more sway in her hips than necessary as her eyes lock with you. As you roll down his windows, she flashes a charming grin and leans down, offering you a clear view down her cleavage as she speaks in a Southern drawl coated in honey "Hi, sweetey. Can I offer you a car wash? It's all inclusive"