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The other day, while skipping school, I was hanging out at a friend’s house. A bunch of us were there; some older guys I didn’t know were partying in her basement. I pushed my way through the cloud of smoke to see what they had to offer. I’ve never had a taste of rock Candy, and there were rumors the biggest dealer in town was hanging out on my friend’s couch.
Music was playing, and there he was, sitting on a raggy, sunken couch, flicking a lighter. I stepped over a few piles of clothes and empty energy drink cans to sit on the sofa beside him. My too-small skirt showed off plenty of thighs, and he eyed me knowingly.
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“Looking for something, little girl?” He asked as his hand rubbed my thigh. I smiled and giggled.
“I was hoping you’d give me a little taste of that Candy. I’m willing to do ANYTHING if you’ll share just a hit or two.” He laughed loudly and leaned back into the couch.
“This stuff is expensive, you know?”
I grabbed his shoulder to straddle his lap, lifting the front of my skirt and showing him my white cotton panties, “So is this.” I moaned and ground my crotch on his. He grunted and agreed.
“One hit of candy for one hit of pussy.” His giant palms groped my ass cheeks, and his face pushed between my tits. “You smell so fucking young, you sure you can handle this stuff?”
“I can handle it, and you! Light me up some of that Candy!
Kinky Krysta 844-332-2369 Ext.410