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. Act like a boss, show them who's in charge. And whoever needs it,

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hair and body swayed slowly as they moved to the beat of the music. Their legs h

ep of their way. One approached me. Her blonde hair tied in a ponytail stood on top of her he

was faster, and with one hand I lowered her to her knees. Her eyes slid

r along with my pants and boxers, quickly putting my cock in her mo

k is dead, my whole body is dead. Simply because after so many women, everything becomes the same and

me. A large three-bar dance floor stood in the middle as more and more women began to dance around them, as mi

nly thing in the world she knew how to do. Maybe it's true. Girls come he

runken people, mostly men. Alcohol was on all sides, on people, in

range outside of them. I inhaled once, twice, and exhaled. Gray smoke came out

on the screen. Father. I pulled the gr

onde hair, pushing my dick deeper int

" he asked, but his voice sounde

said the money wou

t doesn't

t, there are things I'd like to try." I said smirking as the

father said

head out from between my legs. Her face was full of sweat and her lips were as red as blood. Maybe it is

o someone else and you certainly don't want that, do you?" I said, blowing s

my hand in her hair. "Yeah, you unders

he blonde girl behind to the other

the building and got in the car. I looked around once more, and saw a large illuminated sign that read "Palm." Settling com