1. Laura's Bowling experience


    Date: 9/15/2015, Categories: Anal, Hardcore, Taboo, Author: cerbero_aurico, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    the colour in her cheeks began to fade and, sounding gravelly, she continued: &#034Why don't you just let him try it?&#034 Beth smiled at the look of shock on Laura's face. &#034Oh come on, it's not as if it'll fit. He'll just spend half an hour pressing it against your butthole, before he's f***ed to concede it's not going to happen. Maybe that'll be enough to get him over it.&#034 Laura thought about this for the rest of the afternoon. Finally, as she was riding the bus home, she took out her phone and started a text message to Kristian. Y-E-S They arranged to meet at his place later that evening. Kristian lived in a trendy converted warehouse. The interior looked to Laura like a shaky compromise between an artistic commune and a crack house. Kristian had explained that it provided the band somewhere to practice, free from &#034hassle&#034 from &#034all the dicks&#034. Laura resolved to keep an open mind. She had yet to meet any of his bandmates and his room was curiously devoid of musical paraphernalia. Aside from the bedrooms the warehouse was entirely open-plan. Kristian referred to it as the &#034Flexible Space&#034. Cooking, eating and entertainment all took place in the vast former storage hall, clusters of forlorn bean bag chairs looking lonely on islands of off-cut carpet in a sea of bare concrete. A sparse forest of metal roof supports added some definition to the haphazard arrangement of kitchen, recreation and work areas. Like the walls, they were spattered ...
    with crude graffiti. One or two of the earlier murals displayed some evidence of talent, but they had long since been embellished by less expert hands. Above the grubby Belfast sink in the kitchen area, a woman in wrap around shades pulled open her black trench coat to reveal her left breast. Beside her head shaky lettering read &#034The TERMINATOR of SEX&#034. &#034So, look what I brought!&#034 From beneath a magazine littered coffee table, Kristian lifted a salmon pink bowling ball with a numerals one and six outlined in white. &#034A big one. How... thoughtful!&#034 Laura scowled at him. &#034Actually, they're all the same size, the sixteen just means it's heavier.&#034 He paused before muttering, &#034I checked.&#034 Unwilling to face the planned uncomfortable night of non-sex unprepared, Laura insisted they have a few drinks before getting started. Malibu and lemonade in hand, she wandered the space, casting a critical eye over the s**ttered art projects, while Kristian played with the CD player, skipping through half the tracks on a two year-old Lardviathan album before he finally found the one he was looking for. Grindcore ground out of the nineties vintage speakers. &#034What the fuck is that?&#034 Laura shouted above the guttural grunting. &#034Lardviathan! The second album, '21 seconds to Lardviathan', that's probably why you don't recognise it.&#034 &#034No, that.&#034 She extended her index finger around her glass to point at a curious artwork. Two upright poles ...
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