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Smoking

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Smoking is a sex story about , smoking, webcam, and my husband. I am 18, and 5’9. I’ve had a few boyfriends, but none as hot as him. I’m a 5’10, long slender slender blonde, who wears a t-shirt that reads “Lucky Bitch” across the center, and a bra that reads, “I’m a slut and I’m a slutty bitch.” My chest is pretty full and a bit perky, and I’m fairly toned. I’ve always looked pretty good, and I was wearing a small top with a tiny button underneath my underpants, and an under-bra. He was 6’3″, and a slim, fit, brown-colored, long curly hair. We had been together for a few months, and I’ve only just gotten a bit into him. He was really sweet with me, and I’ve always wanted him to do something with me, but I’ve never really gotten close. I don’t know how he does it, but he doesn’t have a thing going on with a girl. At least, he hasn’t shown up to a party. The nights are really crazy, and he’s really into me being around other girls. Tonight he decided to get a little wild. He decided to go up to the bar and go for a drink. I asked him to get a couple of drinks with me, and he went up to the bar with a bottle of beer. He had just gotten up, and was getting dressed. He pulled out some black and yellow striped socks and a pair of black tennis shoes. I told him they were really long. He had a pair of black high heels, and they were so tall that they were kind of a foot taller than his. We were seated at the bar. I ordered two drinks, as he was going to be there a few minutes early. I asked where his car was, and he told me they only had one, so I was told, “go up to their car”. He got a little bit drunk and asked for more of a “fuck me please”, and he took off on foot. The bar was right up the street from home, and we were both walking around it. We both noticed a couple cars parked across the street in the opposite direction as we were walking there. I decided to get a drink, and he ordered a few shots, which came in, and went to his car. He came back out and got his beer and drove back to the bar, then sat at the bar and talked to me while I waited there. He ordered a few more drinks, which came in, and went to his car. He drove out and grabbed his phone so he could call my number. I was sitting at the booth in the corner, and my phone was right next to me. I asked how he was doing, and he said, “ok” to which I said, “how many drinks do you have for me” and he said, “2 drinks” and I said, “2. I’ll take it”, because I knew I was in the mood for a little more. He said, “yes” but he wanted to try something, I said, “OK” and he got in his car and pulled up to the bar, and I sat back on a stool next to the bar.

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