Gathering of the juggalos Stories

I saw him staring from the start— the lust, the twitch, the pounding heart. His mind screamed things he’d never say… but I hear thoughts when prey looks my way. I followed slow, behind the blur, his steps grew weak, his breath unsure. He craved a scent not yet revealed, so I let black lace slip and peel. I dropped it like a wicked sin, right where he’d look—then reeled him in. From that soft drop, she tagged along— a shad...

She passed again, slow and bold, Booty bouncing, stories to be told. That body fit, yet soft with curve, Built to tempt and twist your nerve. Her abs were tight, her waist was slim, Those legs could straddle, choke, or win. A round ass firm and sweetly thick, Each step she took, it made me sick. Her perky tits, no bra in sight, They swayed like sin beneath the light. She wore that smirk like painted sin, And every eye got...