Hot Sex At The Super Bowl Party

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I’ve often pondered. Is sex better with drugs or are drugs better with sex? Please allow a little self-reflection. Would I have been able to pop so much pussy if I didn’t always have a pocket full of drugs in my possession or easy access to quickly obtain them?

We can discuss these questions and solve the world’s problems later. Right now I’m being eyed by a big-breasted blonde. I’m attending my best white friend’s Super Bowl Party which seems to be the event of the year.

The Cleghorn Country Club House is packed. The Carolina Panthers are in the Super Bowl and every bad bitch in the county is in attendance. As a hoop star and hood legend, my reputation proceeds me; hence the Pawg jocking a nigga.

“Hey Kade, you having fun yet,” she asks. I’m always taken aback when someone knows my name and I’m not familiar with theirs. I quickly remember what I tell my homies. I don’t know everybody but everybody know me.

But I digress.

“Not till now. What’s your name darling?”

“Kade, you hurt my feelings. I’m Sissy, Sky’s little sister.” I fucked Skylar for bout a year while attending University. Skylar is now married to my buddy. Hell, it’s been damn near a decade.