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Daddy’s Dirty Dancer
Ashley
I was married to my high school sweetheart for twenty years. As most marriages go, we grew up together and grew apart. I found my new wife, who is twenty years my junior, at a strip club in Baltimore, MD.
When I tell you, she is the sexiest, prettiest, freakiest, sluttiest bitch this side of the Mississippi. I’m not exaggerating. She can convince you to do the wildest, craziest things you would ever do without her undo influence.
Ashley, my bride, helped me unleash an unholy beast hiding deep inside my sinful soul. If I’m being honest, I loved every devious second. However, the hedonistic pleasures of the flesh will end. He knows not the hour, minute or second.
My wife’s smile and cold blue eyes will melt your heart and corrupt your soul.
“Hey baby, I’m taking you to a club I frequented as a single gal. It’s called The Den Of Depravity. It’s right off M Street. My special friend can’t wait to meet you.” Ashely said.
“OK, cool. Did you bring the Ecstasy?”
“Hell, yes. But you’ve got to kiss your hit out of my mouth, bad boy.”
Ashely displays her delicious tongue. She walks into my personal space. The vixen’s aroma is orgasmic. I lick the X pill from her tongue while she pops a fresh triple stack.