Hmm, my body is better suited for mermaid style over ballroom. Ugh, see that's the stupid shit that I’ve been saying for the past six months, living...in this distorted fucking reality. Let me start from the beginning, and maybe you could help me figure a way out of this shit. Six months ago my buddy Rock and I were slouched on our beat-up couch playing video games and smoking some weed. You know, a typical Saturday for two best buddies out on their living the good life. I’ve known Rock since I. He grabbed his phone to give the girl a call in San Diego. He was surprised when she answered on the first ring."How's things?" he asked."Not bad," Trinity answered. "How are things up there?" Well, I'm sitting at the table with Allie, who is wearing no pants, Shelly, who is wearing no top, and Karlie, whose top is so thin and shorts so tight she might as well be wearing neither," he answered, winking at Karlie to show he was kidding. She shrugged and stood as if she was going to heed his. Nice and tight.”I had spoken to neither Amy nor Emma, so was unable to recognise just who I was talking to. The voice, though, was sensual and alluring. Her stress on the word tight caused a small rush of blood to my cock, and I noticed it begin to enlarge.“Who are you? You were watching me?”“I was watching you when you came out your room. You looked good. I wasn’t stupid enough to keep watching, though… I saw you approach the door. I hope you had a good look yourself.”“Who are you?” I asked. Locking that bulbous thing into a tight fuckhole was his main ambition even on a normal day. He was oblivious to his new ridiculous proportions and the challenges it presented. What Buddy lacked in perspective he made up in perseverance. Ignoring the squeals and gags of his bitch, he bumped those juicy lips with his knot over and over until the perfect combination of angle, natural lubricant, and jaw fatigue lodged the rubbery ball firmly against the wide-eyed girl’s soft palate.With the bulb.