It’s happening again–the mens wanna get with me. To be honest, I hate it when my milkshake brings all the boys to the yard because it’s always a weird mix of sex fiends and complete dorks.
All those fuckers are lined up around the block and they only want 1 thing–my 2012 virginity. Yes, it has been awhile, and it’s about time I give it up. Which one of those lucky fellas will it be? It’s going to be hard, but tomorrow I make my choice.
Will it be you? Yeaaah, you would like that, wouldn’t you? I bet you’re looking forward to bending me over my desk and showing me how good you are at your “sexy” man stuff. One minute of ecstasy never sounded so good.
I’ll do anything. you. want. First, though, you’ll have to get me nice and liquored up so I take off my clothes (a cheap bottle of wine should do it).
Now…first my heels, then my shirt…my skirt…. followed by my
Ahh..nice to breathe again….and oh baby, you’ll just lose your mind when I take off my
I know how you like seeing hard nipples. All the time. My left one is a little slow, but I want to keep you satisfied.
Oh, and please just ignore my “my breast friend” cooling patches–it gets hot in that body suit….
…and finally, you’ll lick you lips when I remove my leopard print booty pop panties.
It best be perky if you have to stare at it, darling. I’ll just keep on my makeup until you pass out.
Sexy Saturday, here I come (and if I don’t, I guess while you’re snoring I can just go ahead and take care of that myself)!