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RE: Kiln of the First Shitpost
“I was the touristy guy sitting at a table for one on the deck of a restaurant at some cheesy hotel in Honolulu when my hula goddess took the stage. The way she swayed her hips and puckered up those dark pink lips, I was hypnotized immediately. She was fleshy in all the right places, but it was the way she moved that really got me. I stuck around after dinner and waited at the bar, figuring her shift had to end at some point.
Finally, around 10pm, she headed to a back room and came out wearing these tight jeans that showed off her plump ass and a crop top that teased me with a sliver of stomach. I offered to buy her a drink and she replied that she’d love a vodka, but only up in my room. I couldn’t believe my luck!
I led her upstairs by the hand, but we didn’t even bother with the drinks. We got naked and I got to work, kissing every inch of her beautiful, voluptuous, tanned body. Her hair was long and sleek and soft and her nipples were these perfect little raisins begging me to suckle them. She went down on me like she wanted to suck it, badly, massaging my shaft and bopping her head up and down like a pro. Then she mounted me and started moving her torso, snake like, getting her hula groove on right on top of me. When she came, she screamed and grabbed her tits and the sight and sound of her orgasming was enough to push me over the edge. We came together, pretty much, which is rare with a stranger but the sex was that fucking good. I passed out right after and by the time I woke up, she was gone—and so was all the cash in my wallet. I didn’t care, though. She worth every single pinched penny.”
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14 Sep 2017, 12:56 AM |
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Zemox's maid
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RE: Kiln of the First Shitpost
Last summer, every day for a week straight I ended up on the same subway car as this drop dead gorgeous girl. I could tell she was a model because she was so tall and thin and she looked like she’d stepped right off the cover of a fashion magazine. Friday of that week she finally met my gaze—she had one green eye and one grey—and I stared back at her, shamelessly undressing her with my eyes. As she stepped off the train a few minutes later, she handed me a little note with her name and number scribbled on it.
I texted her as soon as I was above ground and she replied with a naked photo, but not just any sexy shot—this was a professional, classy nude. Every fifteen minutes or so the rest of that day, my phone buzzed with another alert that led to another mind-blowing erotic shot. Around 3:15pm I couldn’t take it any more, so I whacked off in the bathroom at work, thinking about banging the hell out of my subway seductress. Afterwards, I confessed what I’d done and begged her to join me for dinner that night. She accepted.
Halfway through our appetizers, she slid a note across the table. It said: ‘bathroom in 30.’ I popped a Viagra on the sly and at the designated time, she stood and I followed. One after the other, we slipped right past the bathroom attendant into the same stall, laughing like a couple of crazed horny college kids. Leaning back against the wall, She lifted her little skirt up and bit her lip like the little vixen she was. As I pulled my pants down she said ‘no kissing on the lips,’ so I went straight for her neck and started feeling up those perky A-cup breasts. We fucked standing up for at least 30 minutes. And then we fucked again back at her place, in the sex swing she had in the bedroom. I haven’t seen her again since, but I relive that night every time I jerk it.”
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14 Sep 2017, 09:34 AM |
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