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enough, but having a nice bachelor pad ensured that was she eager as possible to get drilled and tell her friends about it the next day.
    “Thanks,” I replied.
    The girl slipped off her shoes and scanned her surroundings, paying close attention to the urban art hanging on the walls and the shiny maplewood floors. I was about to escort her to the kitchen for a drink, but as soon as my Givenchy shoes were off and placed neatly near the entryway, she shuffled her way back towards me and poked her finger in my chest.
    “You,” she clucked.
    “Me?” I raised an eyebrow.
    She poked my chest harder, this time with enough force that I took a step back so that the door was right behind me.
    “You are so sexy.”
    I couldn’t help but smile. Most of the time, girls like to play games—pretend like that hadn’t already decided that they wanted to fuck you before they stepped your room. They like to waste time sitting around on the couch, waiting for you to fuck up and say something wrong and ruin the moment or make your move at just the right time, so that they can pretend to be taken by surprise. But not this girl. She wasn’t interested in playing any games.
    “You think so?” I asked.
    “Yeah…” Her voice was thick with need.
    I grabbed her poking arm by the wrist and moved it to the side as I pulled her in so hard that there was an audible thud when her chest smashed against my abs. She was short, but most girls looked short next to my 6’0 frame, and her tits felt nice and soft when they made contact.
    I wrapped my arms around to squeeze onto her squishy ass as she trailed her hand down the side of my face, and I took her lips into my mine. There was that delicious bubblegum taste again.
    Her hand snaked down my neck, to my button-up, and then she started releasing the buttons, one-by-one, beginning with the top. When the last button had been undone, she pushed her hands onto my bare chest and tried to slide them around my back before she suddenly jerked away.
    “What’s this?” she asked.
    I looked down to see the hidden microphone still attached to my shirt and the wire running around to my back pocket.
    Shit! I had totally forgot about the mic.
    “Oh, it’s nothing,” I stuttered and darted my eyes around, trying to find an excuse. “It’s just uhhh…”
    I was struggling to figure out what to say, so in a panic, I just switched gears to high-speed. I threw my hand out and grabbed the girl firmly by the neck, locking her into place while I bore a hard kiss on to her lips. I could feel her inhale hard, purring, and in an instant it seemed she had already forgotten the secret she found inside my shirt.
    I spun our bodies around and pushed her hard against the door, then stuck my free hand right up the front of her skirt. She grew a little tense as soon as my finger touched the warm spot right in the center of her panties, but she didn’t protest—at least, I didn’t think so. It wasn’t like she could say or do much with me holding her throat and controlling her mouth the way I was.
    I rubbed my fingers along the silky fabric of her panties a few times, and as soon as she started to relax, I upped the sensations by sliding my fingers under the smooth material. She was shaved bald, and she had big, thick pussy lips. Some guys don’t like that, but I sure didn’t mind. There’s nothing like rubbing your fingers across the smooth layers of a fat kitty.
    Our tongues danced together in harmony, pecking each other before retreating back deep into our mouths, then returning to swirl around one another a couple times. That was, until my fingers found her clit. She shivered a bit and jerked back, and then she got a little wild. She rammed her tongue hard into my mouth and clenched onto my torso so tightly that it felt like her long, fake fingernails were going to pierce into my skin. When I tried to dance with her tongue, she sucked hard, trying to pull the whole thing out and into her throat.
    She was a