Hipster Playgirl

Hipster Honey

Lives: Allentown, Pennsylvania; Occupation: Record store cashier; Age: Twenty three; Born: September 30; Ht: 4’11”; Wt: 98 pounds; Bras: 34C; Panties: Knickers; Anal: No; BJs: Gulp; Masturbate: Every day!

“There’s some nifty shit coming up in Lehigh Valley compared to just a couple of years ago,” Kylie said us. “But, for the almost any part, it is still nice-looking boring. I’ve been thinking about moving to New York, Austin or Seattle for a whilst. Apparently they’ve got live music everywhere and phat bars and shit. But it’s rogering expensive to move, and I’ve no idea somebody who lives in these areas. So when this aged fellow came into my record store and started talking about how this smooth operator ‘loved my look,’ and ‘would love to take photos of me some time,’ I jumped at the opportunity. That lady-killer likewise told me that this ladies man had a king-size CD collection as if that was supposed to make me juicy or something. When I showed up, this woman chaser offered me beer, which was phat. Then this chab started bragging about his music collection. I could barely hold back my laughter. It was all of this old-white-guy stuff. Besides, I was not there to listen to records. I asked him to begin shooting. I was a little nervous about dancing in front of a stranger, but I got over it. It was a real rush, having a Lothario I’d solely met one time observe my bazookas and my slit.”

“My kinkiest erotic encounter happened after-hours at the record shop. There was this band doing a small national voyage, and they decided to play our shop. The thing is, they did not advertise. They rolled into town for the night and did not have time to put up any posters or everything. So they ended up only having us staff and maybe three or four shoppers listening. But we gave them beers, and we ended up talking after their set. They all came back to my apartment. We smoked, swallowed some more and listened to some records. We were feeling great. I can not remember who I started kissing 1st, I think it was the guitarist, but I ended up making out with all of ’em. One of the men pulled his rod out, and I started blowing him. Some other lad pulled down my jeans and began to shag me. They took turns letting me suck them and fuck them. At the end, they all ended up blowing their loads in my bawdy cleft. It was the foremost night of my life.”

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