Friends With Benefits

Pay no mind to the fact that by adding the make-up and hair, I  made this bitch look like a trannie.
I stole this from the Internet from someone else who stole it from the Internet.
We're both fucking assholes.
But if you've ever wondered why girls are always willing to "pretend"
to be each other's lesbian lovers on bar night... the truth is:
It's not pretend.

Excerpt--


...watching her perfect ass in the shorts as she went for the plates. I ran my finger along the silk babydoll dress wondering when she would put it on and how high the hem would be on those sexy legs. "What are we watching?"

"Porno, that way we won't have to follow the story too closely." Grabbing the remote control and tossing it beside me on the couch, she said, "Find us something funny. Or with car chases." She started undoing her

belt and shorts, revealing pink panties that matched the pink bra, then pulled off her tank top, tossing it over to the couch. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, throwing it on the couch after she slid it off her long, tanned arms.

"I know I've said it eight thousand times this week but you should quit bras, your tits are magically delicious."

"We can't all go around with our nipples poking people in the face, Tits McGee. Think of the insurance claims." She slid the shorts down her legs and stepped out of them, bending at the waist to pick them up and looking up at me. "That'd be fucked up, to go around blinding people with my nipples." She threw the shorts with her other clothes and slipped her panties down, stepping out of them and hooking her foot into the satin and lifting them to her hand.

She walked over and kneeled beside me, reaching...

You're welcome,

~IW~