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BF enters the Introductions forum and eases into the crimson colored, vagina shaped loveseat near center floor...
He pulls a seven inch roll of hundred dollar bills from his robe and places it next to his gallon of Johnnie Walker Blue Label... he tosses LotusBud a wink and she shudders from head to toe with a spontaneous and overwhelming desire to dance for her long-lost admirer... Sharona and Swamp-Duck approach LotusBud and gaze longingly at her admirer... BF sends a telepathic message that is only received by these stunning beauties. In their minds eye they see that all is grand, and the infinite well of passion, compassion and erotically pleasurable satisfaction is there for all to bathe in. Endorphins flow. The thunderous bassline of the dance music begins to deafen the rumble of background chatter and the lights dim to a pale magenta glow... The three sexually charged dancers take to the stage and begin to dance with choreographed precision which seems to envelope them from somewhere beyond their scope of comprehension... Members watch in awe from a nearby window. As they grind, they begin to feel as if a thousand silk clad hands are massaging every creamy muscle in their body... a surge of sexual energy rises in their now steaming hot honey-walls and orgasmic intensity seems to perch just within reach of their ever swelling love buttons... the dance seems to elevate the entire room and the lights begin to intensify to a glowing hot bubblegum pink.
The three dancers move as one and begin to approach BF... with a lift of his chin and a light sigh, Blazor breaks a soft wind which rustles the hair & the lace garments, which barely cling to the three dancers... at just that moment the lights dim to a pale lavender and the dancers embrace one another and melt slowly to the floor as one.
Bastard Factory smiles their way and they simultaneously experience a fullness within their sacred walls which pushes each over the edge of passion and into the most intense and rhythmic orgasm that they have ever experienced. After what seems an eternity of pleasure, the three glance BFs way, only to see that he is no longer there. Next to his half empty Johnnie Walker bottle is not one, but three of the money rolls... each garnished with a single strand pearl necklace.
He pulls a seven inch roll of hundred dollar bills from his robe and places it next to his gallon of Johnnie Walker Blue Label... he tosses LotusBud a wink and she shudders from head to toe with a spontaneous and overwhelming desire to dance for her long-lost admirer... Sharona and Swamp-Duck approach LotusBud and gaze longingly at her admirer... BF sends a telepathic message that is only received by these stunning beauties. In their minds eye they see that all is grand, and the infinite well of passion, compassion and erotically pleasurable satisfaction is there for all to bathe in. Endorphins flow. The thunderous bassline of the dance music begins to deafen the rumble of background chatter and the lights dim to a pale magenta glow... The three sexually charged dancers take to the stage and begin to dance with choreographed precision which seems to envelope them from somewhere beyond their scope of comprehension... Members watch in awe from a nearby window. As they grind, they begin to feel as if a thousand silk clad hands are massaging every creamy muscle in their body... a surge of sexual energy rises in their now steaming hot honey-walls and orgasmic intensity seems to perch just within reach of their ever swelling love buttons... the dance seems to elevate the entire room and the lights begin to intensify to a glowing hot bubblegum pink.
The three dancers move as one and begin to approach BF... with a lift of his chin and a light sigh, Blazor breaks a soft wind which rustles the hair & the lace garments, which barely cling to the three dancers... at just that moment the lights dim to a pale lavender and the dancers embrace one another and melt slowly to the floor as one.
