Kylie – Hipster Honey

Hipster Hottie

Hipster Honey

Lives: Allentown, Pennsylvania; Occupation: Record store cashier; Age: 23; Born: September Thirty; Ht: 4’11”; Wt: 98 pounds; Bras: 34C; Panties: Belts; Anal: No; BJs: Swallow; Masturbate: Each day!

“There’s some cool shit coming up in Lehigh Valley compared to just a couple of years agone,” Kylie said us. “But, for the most part, it’s still glamorous boring. I’ve been thinking about moving to Recent York, Austin or Seattle for a during the time that. Apparently they’ve got live music everywhere and phat bars and shit. But it is banging expensive to move, and I don’t know anybody who lives in those areas. So when this older lad came into my record store and started talking about how he ‘loved my look,’ and ‘would love to take fotos of me some time,’ I jumped at the opportunity. This fellow also said me that this skirt chaser had a giant CD collection as if that was supposed to make me soaked or something. When I showed up, that buck offered me beer, which was phat. Then that Lothario started bragging about his music collection. I could barely hold back my laughter. It was all of this old-white-guy ram. In any case, I was not there to listen to records. I asked him to kick off shooting. I was a little nervous about dancing in front of a stranger, but I got over it. It was a real rush, having a lady-killer I would merely met once check out my boobs and my cookie.”

“My kinkiest erotic rencounter happened after-hours at the record shop. There was this band doing a tiny national travel, and they decided to play our shop. The thing is, they didn’t advertise. They rolled into city for the night and didn’t have time to put up any posters or everything. So they ended up solely having us employees and maybe three or four shoppers listening. But we gave ’em beers, and we ended up talking after their set. They all came back to my apartment. We smoked, drank some more and listened to some records. We were feeling great. I can’t remember who I started giving a kiss first, I guess it was the guitarist, but I ended up making out with all of ’em. One of the guys pulled his weenie out, and I started blowing him. Some other guy pulled down my jeans and began to copulate me. They took turns letting me suck them and bonk ’em. At the end, they all ended up blowing their loads in my bawdy cleft. It was the almost any amazing night of my life.”

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