I spent last night bent over scaffolding getting fucked from behind on a construction site in downtown LA. The old man who flew me out west is the developer or something (details bore me). If you had been paying attention, you would know me and this guy go way back: I didn’t spread ’em for him for free then, and I’m not doing it for free now. Old habits die hard.
All in all, it was kind of exciting hanging over the side of an unfinished 20 story building, your bare tits bobbing in the air, watching the tiny clueless people down below. Just you, a 50 year old man, the hum of late night traffic, and the sound of your sloppy genitals smacking the shit out of each other. I came a little.
I have spent most of this morning picking the splinters out of my stomach, but at least this dude doesn’t make me wear special “outfits”, outfits like the one Sarah Michelle Gellar is sporting down below back in 1993. This looks like an impromptu shoot in the corner of a Southwestern restaurant, which means she probably was serious about the Madonna get-up and took the shortbus there. IF, in fact this was a ‘Madonna’ themed shindig or costume party, then she still wins the Tard Award for her posing. So there you go, young Buffy showing you her bra. Go wack off. The end.
Obediently yours,
Sugar Nell (ex-hooker, friend of Jesus)
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I am – Sarah Michelle Gellar of the Day
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