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Hipster Honey

Lives: Allentown, Pennsylvania; Occupation: Record store cashier; Age: Twenty three; Born: September Thirty; Ht: 4’11”; Wt: 98 pounds; Bras: 34C; Panties: Panties; Anal: No; BJs: Drink; Masturbate: Every single day!

“There’s some phat shit coming up in Lehigh Valley compared to just a pair of years ago,” Kylie said us. “But, for the most part, it’s still glamorous boring. I’ve been thinking about moving to Recent York, Austin or Seattle for a while. Apparently they’ve got live music everywhere and nifty bars and shit. But it’s fucking expensive to move, and I do not know somebody who lives in these areas. So when this older boy came into my record store and started talking about how he ‘loved my look,’ and ‘would love to take images of me some time,’ I jumped at the opportunity. This chab also said me that he had a stupendous CD collection as if that was supposed to make me moist or something. When I showed up, this lady-killer offered me beer, which was nifty. Then this chab started bragging about his music collection. I could barely hold back my laughter. It was all of this old-white-guy ram. In any case, I wasn’t there to listen to records. I asked him to begin shooting. I was a little nervous about exotic dancing in front of a stranger, but I got over it. It was a real rush, having a charmer I would only met once look at my love muffins and my fur pie.”

“My kinkiest erotic encounter happened after-hours at the record shop. There was this band doing a miniature national tour, and they decided to play our shop. The thing is, they did not advertise. They rolled into city for the night and did not have time to put up any posters or anything. So they ended up solely having us workers and maybe three or four shoppers listening. But we gave ’em beers, and we ended up talking after their set. They all came back to my apartment. We smoked, drank some more and listened to some records. We were feeling great. I can not remember who I started giving a kiss first, I suppose it was the guitarist, but I ended up making out with all of ’em. One of the boys pulled his wang out, and I started blowing him. Some other gent pulled down my jeans and began to shag me. They took turns letting me engulf ’em and shag ’em. At the end, they all ended up blowing their loads in my twat. It was the finest night of my life.”

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