Hand job Russian Roulette
In College, I was one of those wild girls. Who am I kidding? I still am. I loved going to all the frat parties, and since back in those days I was an exotic dancer, there weren’t many that I wasn’t invited to. Sometimes some of the guys would call me and ask if I would be interested in making some money, and of course, I was. After all, I had to pay my own way through college. The only thing I didn’t know was a friend of mine and myself would be right in the middle of a hand job circle jerk.
I remember one particular night, my friend Cece and I were invited to an on-campus party. We both kinds of knew why we were on the guest list. Cece and I worked together, and we had become friends at work. She and I wore some of our sexy clubwear, and when we got to the party there were about 12 guys and a few too drunk to go homegirls. I remember thinking that there were enough guys, for Cece and I to half for a hand job circle jerk. I giggled to myself.
Cece and I had just gotten off of work, and we were still in the mood for dancing. So she and I grabbed a few drinks and headed into the frat den for our own little dance party. Cece and I teamed up a lot together at work, so we knew how to work guys. We started kissing and feeling all over each other, and before we knew it, we had the remaining partygoers stares.
We knew that we were turning them on, and their sex-crazed eyes staring at us was fueling our fire.
Some of the guys joined us, dancing and grinding their hard cocks against us. It was like we had given the party life all over again. Several drinks and dances later. Cece and I found ourselves on our knees tits out, with all these drunk frat brothers cocks around us. Looks like my idea for a hand job circle jerk was indeed a premonition. Wonder which one of these Cocks we were gonna get to CUM first? Sounds like the best game of Russian Roulette, I’ve ever played.
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