Alpha Kenny Girl
It's Saturday night, and I'm alone again. I have nothing to do except stare at my iPhone screen, distracted from KaW only by my loneliness. I'm sitting on my couch, with one hand down my pants. I'm debating moving to my bedroom where I'll have a little more privacy and comfort, but I'd rather not move.
Eventually, I decide to get up... I walk towards my unmade bed, gingerly stepping over the piles of dirty cloths I had carelessly discarded on the floor the night before. Striking a sexy pose, I turn around and glance over my shoulder, with my hair hanging over my eyes. I strike a devious smile, and flick off the lights with a flick of my wrist.
My cloths come off in seconds, and moments later I'm under my sheets. Fingers dancing over my body and silk sheets caressing my curves titillates me even more. I'm so excited now, I can barely contain myself.
All of a sudden, I hear a voice utter something behind me. Shocked, thinking that someone stumbled in on me, I quickly turn around, only to come face-to-face with the wall behind me. I hear the voice again, this time my own. Shocked, I realize that I am the one talking- I am the one muttering something! After a short pause, I strain myself to her what I am saying... "Ben Dover for Mike Hawk."
Bewildered about what was going on, I turn around, and to my amazement I am staring at a voluptuous girl's cute ass. Her body is perfect, her ass is shaped like a bubble, but not too big, and very firm. Her head is face down in the mattress, ass in the air, one sparkling blue eye peering out through her hair over her shoulder, pleading with me to thrust deep into her.
My libido quickly overwhelms my confusion. No longer caring about who this sweet girl is, why she is in my room, or all the other strange happenings, I thrust myself deep into her, feeling her shudder in pleasure. I last almost five seconds, and almost as I'm about to reach a climax, I hear another voice say, "Come Honor Face". The cute girl whips around, and so I do.
I woke up the next morning, the sheets still sticky with what had or hadn't happened last night. It was probably a wet dream, but the sheets are too stained for one person. I smell another scent, the scent of a woman, and not my own.
There's really one thing I remember about that night now...
Alpha Kenny Girl if she'll Ben Dover for Mike Hawk, and I'd love to Come Honor Face