Panty Parade / Off Go the Panties
Yeah, sure, it seems like the real deal. Here he is telling me all of the racing thoughts going through his head the last time he ducked out on me:
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God, damn! I just want to go back and fuck her brains out!
Here I go again, why do I keep doing this?
What the hell am I doing?
Ok, just one more time. . . .
And being a dumb blonde that I am, I lap it up like a thirsty puppy. Here is this beautiful man—tall, muscular, charming, delightful-in-oh-so-many-ways—being all vulnerable and shit. I can’t get enough of him baring his soul to me.
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Kissing Panther’s thick lips as he reaches into my top and down into my jeans, I wonder if he is going to stay the night like he had a few times before or if he is going to split. As he rubs my wet pussy with his fingers and finds my neck with his mouth, I figure I have a 50/50 chance of getting laid.