You MUST Have Stuffed Your Pants
You know, I had no idea what I was in for when I sat down next to you at the bar and then you invited me to sit all the closer. I didn’t know… well, how could I have guessed?? I just found myself flirting with you and then I noticed, well, I couldn’t HELP but discover that big sausage in your pants! Of course, being as cheeky as I am, I had to ask: you stuffed your pants, didn’t you? Ha!
But as soon as the question left my mouth, you pulled my hand on top of your crotch and then… well, I felt dizzy! No, you definitely hadn’t stuffed those pants of yours. You ARE super-endowed!! That was my ruin really.
After that, I was playing up the moment, flirting in full swing, you were being bold yourself, and we ended up in a little game… in which you had to PROVE you really didn’t stuff your pants. Heck, I was begging to find out by that point! We snuck off to a private room in the bar and… then the REAL fun began! You pushed me through every emotion: shock to amazement, then pure, unadulterated LUST!
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