The Tape

"This is the tale of one party through the eyes of Christian Woodson."

It was 8 o’clock in the morning. Christian Woodson raised his head from the floor. He looked down at his body. He had nothing on but his red briefs. “Oh, shit,” he whispered loudly. He jumped up and looked around...

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""'Lying here flicking my swollen nips with my thighs spread, wanting a dripping pussy.'""

"I'll go next."To the right of the fireplace in the lofted living room, I saw a tall woman in a long, peach dress raise her hand.The host of the ladies only party shook the basket she was holding. "Thank you...