Long, long day in the office. Traded my three inch heels for my comfy furry top boots and The Whole club was lookin at her. Sorry got sidetracked into a 90’s song. Apple bottom jeans? Not likely. Wore some very tight jeans that barely conformed to the Friday casual policy. Thank God I have my own office because the crotch tightness of these jeans lightly brushed against the back of my tonsils. I swear I felt the blue denim seam envelope my throat. That’s how tight they were. Friday night and my tight fitted bottoms are hard against my pinkness. Drinks at the corner market. Love how my Latina gals can suck up numerous shots of tequila. Adjusting my jeans again. Each time reminds me of some of my slutty encounters on this site. Have no idea what I’m talking about. Uno, dos, tres, shots. It’s Friday.
4 years ago. December 7, 2019 at 7:59 AM