- ← Previous Story
Story No. 34301
- Group:
- Next Story →
You could say I was tired. After a full night of pole dancing at the Albion, my tits were
kiling me. My bro couldn't hold my man boobs in place with all the shimmying and shaking. But I think I had everyone fooled by wearing the high heels and the
fishnet stockings. It had to stop. Finally, her friends called TLC's what not to wear, and they finally taught her to dress like a successful
stripper I had to go purchase the proper attire. I went to Cupid's Desire and found myself a nice pair of leather boots, a boustiere and
picture of former president, Bill Clinton. We lit our cigars in anticipation of
a climax so glorious, it would shake the mountains and curl the toes of all the angels in heaven.
