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Paula’s Picture Perfect Pussy
My Ice Princess
Paula and I are in the midst of a drug-fueled three-day bender filled with Ice (Methamphetamine), Weed, and Wine. I call her my Ice Princess, kind of like Elsa from Frozen. If Elsa had a heart-shaped ass, delicious dick-sucking lips, and the prettiest pussy on this side of Arendelle.
“Baby, my pussy is tingling. Can you help a girl out?”
Paula hasn’t needed to wear any clothes during our three-day Ice out. Meth keeps you perpetually horny as fuck. She’s a stripper at the Cheetah Lounge so she’s more comfortable naked. Plus it allows for easy access to all her sexy vessels.
Paula’s gorgeous sun-kissed body is tight and firm. The dirty dancer possesses a god-given ability to make your dick hard with the slightest movement. I could get off just watching her walk across the family room floor.
She saunters over and straddles my lap. Her wet pussy dampens my silk boxers. I use my fingers to rub her clit. Paula grinds her camel toe while I finger fuck her wetness.
The humming rhythmic sounds of her voice offer a piece of erotic melody capable of topping the bestseller list on Spotify.
“Stand up Boo.”
The sexy stripper stands on the sofa. We are now pussy to face as I inspect her womanhood.
