1. BtVS: Girl Least Likely


    Date: 8/7/2015, Categories: Celebrities, Lesbian Sex, Author: FrankSinner, Rating: 73, Source: xHamster

    Buffy the Vampire Slayer: Girl Least Likely Dawn had three classes on the day Faith came to visit her, and Faith followed her to each one. Every time the doors opened and the students streamed out, carrying thick books and ragged messenger bags, lighting up cigarettes, Faith meant to get up and find Dawn in the crowd. Instead she stayed put, leaning up against the wall or sprawled out on a concrete bench, and watched the girl with an outsider's eye. She still looked like a model, tall and skinny as hell, with narrow hips and perfect hair, but that prissy high schooler's posture was gone, along with the prissy high schooler's wardrobe. Instead, she slouched along with a sway in those narrow hips that raised Faith's inner eyebrow, and her barely-there mesh top and tiny pleated skirt, combined with red fishnet stockings and punky Mary Janes, raised more than that. The k*d had grown up in the big city. Well, she wasn't Dawn's mother, and god knew she'd dressed like more of a slut when she was two thirds Dawn's age, and the k*d was legal now anyhow. But the eyebrow stayed raised. Faith knew better than to bug Dawn in front of her friends, so she hung around campus all day, picking up crappy knick-knacks in the bookstore and checking out the local testosterone scene. Didn't seem like much to her -- bunch of pretentious emo guys copping the Lou Reed look and carrying around Kerouac and Yeats. One dude in a motorcycle jacket and skinny tie was even smoking a pipe on the lawn ...
    outside the art building, and Faith didn't bother to hide her laugh. College k*ds. The chick scene, on the other hand, wasn't so bad. Not like all those blonde skinny twats back in LA, or the snotty corn fed bitches in Cleveland; these girls had style. Looked smart too, and not just book smart. She bet more than one knew how to handle herself on the street, or in the sack. When it got dark she ambled over to the dorms, finishing up a bag of Doritos. She caught sight of Dawn again, walking out of the dining hall with a couple of girls and now sporting a red leather trench, her smooth hair ratted up to match her dark eye makeup. Faith guessed what kind of an evening they had in mind, and followed them to the subway station. The three girls sparked up in the alley outside the club, which was not much of a surprise. The skunky smell floated down to Faith, lounging behind a green dumpster, and she inhaled deeply, hoping for some kind of extended contact high. Five years of being clean felt like nothing when cute girls were having fun with substances and she was the old-maid chaperone. Even if they didn't, strictly speaking, know she was there. She waited a second to follow them into the building, letting the heaving crowd swallow them, then headed for the entrance. The butch bouncer carded her, which secretly cracked her up, especially given that her ratty paper New Jersey license read &#034Faith Summers,&#034 and she was good to go. It took her longer, really, than it should have to ...
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