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Touchdown! She Scores!

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Nineteen-year-old Abby loves dressing up in skimpy clothes and playing hostess at her dad's annual Superbowl party. She loves all the attention she gets from the drunk and rowdy men, but this time around, she's particularly drawn to her dad's buff, ruggedly handsome best friend Logan. He can't seem to take his eyes (or his hands) off her!

As the game progresses, Abby's lust for Logan grows deeper and more intense, until the two of them can't help but engage in a dangerous and secretive sexual encounter that leaves both of them breathless!

WARNING! This 4,000 word short story contains explicit hot sex between a sexy little slut and an older buff stallion with a huge member just aching to explode!

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Logan still looked fit and strong for his age. He had dark green eyes and brown hair with a face reserved for the gods of Olympus.

He smiled at me and said, "You’re definitely the prettiest cheerleader I’ve ever seen.”


How flattering, I thought, as I noticed the veins on his cut biceps. He was normally the mild mannered one of the bunch: my dad’s most faithful friend without a doubt.

"I love dressing up to support the Patriots," I said in a cocky flirtatious way, squeezing my tits together and winking. He raised his eyes and looked at me as if we were in danger of breaking the law.

He walked closer wearing a serious expression and said an inch away from my face, close enough for me to feel the breath parting from between his succulent full lips, "It drives me crazy when you look at me that way."

"What way?" I asked.

"Like you’re a bad, bad girl.”

I began breathing a bit heavier. How far did he want to take this? How far was I willing to play along? His seductive green eyes told me he wanted more.

"But I’m a good girl!” I replied coyly.

"I can’t believe what you’re doing to me, Abby. You’re such a naughty girl, I think I’m gonna have to take you to your bedroom and give you a spanking.”

I just smiled at him, my face flushed with excitement, giddiness and the rush of an alcohol buzz. I wasn’t sure what to say next. I cocked my head and stared into his eyes to see if he was bluffing. But his gaze was steady and serious.

I jokingly slapped his broad chest and said, "Get out of here. You couldn’t handle me if you tried, Logan. I’m way too much of a pistol for you."

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