You know the vibe. The sun’s about to come up, the party has..
You know the vibe. The sun’s about to come up, the party has died, and the jock who snapchats you sometimes is wasted af… looking at you like any mouth is a mouth. Like you always suspected he would after a few beers… 🫦🍺 in nothing but undies after being in the pool, lying with his big fuzzy ass cheeks hanging out of his tiny worn-out briefs. The way he looks back over his shoulder, making fun of you when he catches you staring. “Dude are you checking out my ass?” 🤣 And he’s laughing. But he never looks away 🫣 And suddenly his briefs are on the floor. And his fat cock is just laying there, throbbing. It’s like it’s daring you. He’s daring you. 🙊 then like a dream, he’s thrusting his cock up into your mouth while you taste the spilled drinks and sweat on his skin. In the morning he says the night was so crazy he can’t remember a thing. He ignores you in the hallway by day. But somehow the rest of the year, every time he ends up partying, you’re getting a ‘wyd’ text at 2am and then you’re parked off a quiet road, taking back shots in the backseat of his truck 😈🛻💦 @benpumps knows all about that small town life 😏
