Damsel in Distress

Author: Max Blitz

“You looked so beautiful wearing nothing but a tight-fitting cork,” said Buford, with a faraway look in his eyes. His obvious sincerity testified to the truth of his statement.

Flattered, Tiffany smiled. She decided to buy a bottle of champagne when she turned 21. “Now I know how to celebrate my birthday!” she thought out loud.

Buford laughed. “Going to get corked, are you? Sounds like fun.”

“Does that mean ‘hammered’?” asked Tiffany.

“It certainly does,” said Buford. “But, to get back to the story: I flipped you over onto your back then, and pressed on your pussy again with my boot. You spread your legs wide in response, and I could see that your pussy lips were still splayed apart, like your legs. I pulled my stool up and sat down.” Buford licked his lips in anticipation of what came next, savoring the memory. “I placed a boot on each lip and pressed down and slowly started working them around, in circles, up and down, from side to side, in different directions.”

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