Your eyes are drawn immediately to the young black-haired
girl with the top knotted ponytail. She
is gazing seductively at you already so you walk over and ask her if you can
buy her a drink.
“Not a chance. I’ll
buy YOU a drink!” she says.
Several drinks later you’re deep in conversation and she has
her hand on your knee, rubbing it up and down your leg slowly. You are getting VERY excited.
“No way a hot dish like you doesn’t have a wife or a girlfriend. I’ll kick her ass and you’ll be MINE.” She is purring into your ear. You have your arm around her waist, and she is
pressing up against you. “I LOVE to fight.
Can we get this thing going or what?”
So, you get ready to pay the tab, but Harmony just tosses a
few bills on the counter and tells the bartender you’re all set. You walk out of the bar with an arm around
each other’s hips and slowly mosey on to your place. Harmony shoves you down on the bed and starts
doing a little striptease for you.
Within a few seconds she is climbing into bed with you in her light
green terrycloth panties and bra. DAMN
she is sexy. She climbs on top of you
and starts to kiss you. You can’t help
but reach for her bra, but you’re having trouble with the snaps.
“Hold on.” She says and
rears up, still straddling you, she reaches back to unclasp her bra and that’s
when Brandi strolls through the door.
“WHO THE FUCK IS THIS WHORE?!?” Brandi screams as she marches into the room.
Harmony turns and slowly dismounts you, turning to face the new arrival. She adjusts her panties slightly as she steps forward towards your approaching wife.
“BITCH THAT IS MY HUSBAND!”
Brandi shrieks.
“Oh my God, THIS is your wife?” Harmony says with a smirk. “OHHhhhh
I’m gonna fuck you UP!” With this the
two sexy women begin to circle each other slowly, sizing each other up and down
as they make several rotations around each other, one carefully placed foot at
a time, their breasts rising up and down heavily as they prepare for battle. You feel a mixture of fear and excitement that
seems to hang heavily in the quiet room.
The two women glare at each other.
Any minute…. any minute…
OBSERVE BEDROOM FIGHT PROTOCOL AND JUST WATCH QUIETLY
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