I was in love with this town. This certain town affectionately called Sin City. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I fell for it head over heels as an adult. The first time I went, I was about eight years old. There’s really nothing to do there until you’re of age. This story is a tale of coincidence, luck, and sin.
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I went to Vegas almost every single year. I was looking forward to this trip especially. I had plans to go a strip show. Until in the casino on my first day, I saw someone who I never thought I’d see there:
“Chad?”
“Becky?” I tilted my head. “Oh my God. It is.”
Author: Impossible_Diggler
Tammy’s Wet
*”Ugh, Daddy… Fuck me… Fuck me…”*
*SMACK.*
*”You like that shit? Say you love Daddy’s dick.”*
*SMACK.*
*”I love your dick, Daddy!”*
*”Good girl.”*
*The strokes quickened. She moaned louder. She loved it when he fucked her beyond recognition. He began kissing her on the neck whilst aggressively grabbing her curvy buttocks and grabbing her neck.*
*”Oh, fuck. Oh, fuck me, JD…”*
*”Yeah… yeah…” He said while fucking her. He turned her around, now looking at each other’s eyes. “God, you’re so sexy.”*
*She loved hearing that from him, because she felt the same. They were about to reach their climaxes together.*
*”Ugh! Ugh! Ugh! Oh, fuck, I’m about to come…”*
Then, all of a sudden…
The alarm on Tammy Harris’ iPhone went off waking her from her naughty slumber. She had a t-shirt and panties on. Those panties were now wet from that dream she had. She put her hand down her panties and fondled herself briefly, breathing harder. Tammy was by herself that night. Her husband, JD, worked the night shift. Their two kids were asleep. With her naughty thoughts about her husband quickly coming to her head, Tammy bit her plump lip and looked for her favorite toy. Her favorite toy happened to be on JD’s side of the bed.
Becky’s BBC (Part 1)
Becky looked at her engagement ring. She was soon to be a military wife. She fell hopelessly for him, after high school, in fact. He was not the same guy she knew from the past. Sure, they were friends from the past. However, there was something about him. Something she couldn’t describe. Of course, she said that about nearly all of her boyfriends in her life. They had one thing in common. Everyone noticed it.
“You like black guys?”
“She likes that BBC action…”
“I think she likes…”
They all said it secretly. Did she have a type? Maybe. But was it true? Most likely.
Her fiancée was currently in California while she was in their hometown. She would move there soon. She missed him. She missed him bad. One day, she was laying down in her bed. She drifted off to sleep.