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09/19/11(Mon)07:03 No.29810048Forgive me lord, for I am about to sin.
She yanks you from the hallway into another generic, yet ornately decorated room. You don't know how she managed to convince you to sneak into the Gala, but dodging guards, eating free food, and guzzling champagne has never been so fun. Certainly, her dress and your suit aren't up to snuff with the aristocrats, but they are just good enough for the two of you to slip by unnoticed. She's nibbling on a cupcake in one hand with yet another glass of champagne in the other. Mischief flares in her eyes as she takes a slow lick, her juicy pink tongue swirling over the frosting. She's giving you those eyes again, the ones that tell you it's time to get in bed. But there's no bed here, this is the Gala! You'd have to be out of your mind to... Her hand is already down your pants. She bubbles on about your little swellie wellie. You've lost count of how many times you've asked her to not call it that, but you're in no position to complain now. You have a moment to wonder how you're going to explain why your belt buckle was ripped off. She's on her knees, opening her mouth, and it feels... Cold? You hear glass roll on the ground, and when you look down you see the champagne drizzled over yourself. She says it's time to clean it up. Before you know it, your head is spinning in heaven. All you can do is ruffle her hair and repeat her name to nobody in particular. When you've collected yourself, she's popped back onto her feet, cupcake in hand. She didn't... Oh goodness, she did. And she's eating it. |
