Hey Hottie

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Feel her hand before I hear her.

“Hey hottie” –
and gone before the words register.

I turn, and suddenly there are limbs everywhere: her’s, her friend’s; in the air and on the floor. Fat white ass escapes chiffon cell, thigh from o’er-strained hose.

High price for a joke.

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