I’ve got this friend. His name is Chris, and he’s a tall, stocky, blonde hunk. I can see his bulge when I win when we play Madden. I think he lets me win, tee hee. The only reason I haven’t totally rocked his world yet, is that he’s got this “girlfriend” That’s what she considers herself. She’s an absolute cunt with crooked pointy teeth, a huge flat ass, saggy tits and no personality whatsoever. She won’t sleep in bed with him, because he snores. She doesn’t put out. She takes all of his money. She doesn’t let him go out. She doesn’t even let him drive his own car! Chris’s birthday was coming up and I decided his present would be me! I texted him the morning of his birthday “Happy Birthday Buddy!! Madden tonight?” “TY :) Yeah, 7 sound good?” “Yeah, weed’s on me tonight. see u then”
6:30 rolled around. I had a pretty decent buzz going on. I decided to slip on a red nightie and a tiny black thong. Can’t forget the 5 inch black stilettos! I got the x-box going, for background sound, and I opened two beers out of the fridge. I lay on the bed, waiting. The doorbell rang 5 minutes to 7. “Come in!” I yelled. He opened the door and stormed in, clearly heated, probably from a fight with the wench. He hollered from the kitchen “Do you know what the fuck she said this time, Lucy? She…” I heard his footsteps stomping into the bedroom. I spread my legs and slid the thong to the side, revealing my hungry, dripping cunny, which was just begging for a licking, a fucking, a sucking, anything Chris could give my pussy was juicy, ready and waiting. He entered the bedroom, furious, and his face instantly changed from anger, to confusion, to clear anticipation. He dropped his beer, picked his jaw up off the floor, and walked over to the bed, knelled at the edge and plunged his tongue straight into my clit, sucking, nibbling, and swirling his expert mouth. I pulled his face up and kissed him. “Tonight is all about you, birthday boy.”
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