Page 10 of Silver Fox Daddies

The booze seems to dull the pain slightly.

God, I’m so stupid. Laughter erupts out of me, and once I start, I can’t stop. Jesus. This might be the happiest I have ever been. They’re smoking hot and they like me.

I bite my lip, debating what to type next.

Me: I saw u looking at my tits bfotre, my england.

Me: Mr. I ment mr.

Me: Not my. HAAHA.

Me: But u cud be my Prince Harry.

The neon lights flash, making me forget my surroundings for a second. Where am I? Underground in a basement? On the strip in a club? Oh yeah. A frat house.

(775) 375-6825: Guilty as charged. What are you gonna do about it?

Me: Mayeb u want to see them.

(775) 375-6825: We’ve all been thinking about them all day.

Me: Rlly?

(775) 375-6825: How drunk are you?

Me: Not rlly

(775) 375-6825: What if we sent you something…?

Me: Send me wot?

I press my back into the wall, pulse throbbing.

What are they gonna send?

Will I be able to handle it?

My virgin eyes have never seen a dick before. Not in real life. Just a photograph.

They’re not gonna send me a dick pic, are they? We only just met.

Ping!

1 attachment.

I dash to the bathroom, because I can’t open the attachment out here. Ascending the stairs, I lock myself into the first available bathroom I find and unlock my phone.

Oh my god…

My mouth starts salivating.

My pussy burns.

I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t this.

All three of them have their cocks out in the image, pants dropped to their knees. They hold their straining lengths in their hands for the camera.

For me.