TYSON
Holy f*****g Artemis. That f*****g dress. It was taking everything in me not to stare at her rack. Out of every piece of clothing she owned, why the f**k had she put that dress on? All I could think about was how much I wanted to motorboat those impressive puppies. My c**k was dying for a good titty f*****g. Damn, I was so horny.
By the time we made it to the underground bar, I was ready to throw her into a bathroom stall and f**k the s**t out of her. My jeans were feeling f*****g tight, and I kept having to get my mind out of the gutter so I didn't end up walking around with a tent in my pants.
It didn't help that I'd warmed up to her. She wasn’t so bad today. She was still busting my balls (and not in the way I wanted her to) but it wasn't so aggressive anymore.
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