Hot Blog: BUST A NUT ON A SLUT continued to drone on about her shoes and other deep and important subjects, while Randy sat still and for a moment he actually thought he could feel his ears start to bleed. He excused himself from the table, claiming he had to dance with Ms. Figgis because she was his boss. Randy felt like he'd just escaped from prison as he moved across the dance floor. He was still the envy of every guy in the room but little did they know that Julie's ignorance did not lead to Randy's bliss.
Randy made his way to Ms. Figgis through a sea of girlish sighs and asked her to dance. She refused but he convinced her that he smelled liquor on the dance floor. She then accepted the dance or from her point of view, a surveilance mission. They danced in the middle of the floor amidst various chuckles. Randy was surprised by her warmth and the softness of her skin. He also noticed her eyes for the first time and felt her large breasts against his chest.
To his utter shock he felt his cock starting to stiffen. They were bumped by another couple and Randy's cock pressed momentarily against Ms. Figgis' belly. The song ended and Randy returned to his table white as a sheet.
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