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Default Title - Write Your Own

Default Title - Write Your Own

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Under the vibrant neon lights of Club Luna, a scene of typical Saturday night revelry unfolded. Among the throng of dancers and laughter, Alexander, a 20 year old noticed a short brunette girl sitting on the curb outside the club. She seemed out of place in the midst of such festivity. Her shoulders hunched and her face shadowed by strands of her dark hair. Intrigued and a bit concerned, Alexander excused himself from his friends and approached her. As he neared, he noticed her red dress. "Hey pretty girl" he said gently, taking a seat beside her. She looked up, her big lustful eyes glistening with unshed tears. "Yeah, I guess. Just not my night," she replied with a forced smile. "I'm Alex. And for what it's worth, I've had my share of 'not my nights' too," he said, trying to lighten the mood. She chuckled softly. She was very attracted to him and kept looking at his lips."I'm Sara," she replied. "so what do you say we go back to my place? I promise to be your personal guide to a better night." He said Sara hesitated, then nodded. As they stood up, Alex offered his hand. She took it, her fingers fitting comfortably in his. His hands were massive. Alexander They go into the man's Maserati and he speeds to his mansion. He gets into the mansion and gives her a tour. He holds her a pulls her hair as he shows her the different massive rooms and asks which is her favorite. They try to resist each other. As they enter the kitchen, they begin touching each other and flirting outrageously. He lifts up her skirt and she feels goosebumps up her spine. He reaches his hands up your panties and lifts you up onto the counter. He pushes you down onto the counter and locks ur wrists down over your head. You shiver and shake.
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