Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica)
Margo's Night (Interracial Erotica)
“They had a reason to be pumped for the night that lie ahead of them. They had a reason to sway their hips from left to right as they inched forward in the line stretched in front of Buckwild Saloon.
Her friend, Kerry, wore a spaghetti strap tank and skinny jeans that only rail thin girls could get away with. Her other friend, Liz, wore a crimson dress that fell just below her bottom and a pair of self-proclaimed "fuck me" boots. Both girls were textbook examples of the hot girls that guys go to clubs hoping to score with.
Margo was less assuming, wearing a polka dot tunic with shirring that was supposed to camouflage her ample belly and draw eyes to her cleavage instead. What she lacked in the toned tummy, hell, toned body department, she made up for in the boob department. She’d coupled the tunic with leggings and strappy heels. Not that it mattered. She’d always been relatively popular, with lots of girlfriends—boyfriends, not so much.
As far back as Margo could remember, she'd had ...a thing for white boys.MoreLess
Her friend, Kerry, wore a spaghetti strap tank and skinny jeans that only rail thin girls could get away with. Her other friend, Liz, wore a crimson dress that fell just below her bottom and a pair of self-proclaimed "fuck me" boots. Both girls were textbook examples of the hot girls that guys go to clubs hoping to score with.
Margo was less assuming, wearing a polka dot tunic with shirring that was supposed to camouflage her ample belly and draw eyes to her cleavage instead. What she lacked in the toned tummy, hell, toned body department, she made up for in the boob department. She’d coupled the tunic with leggings and strappy heels. Not that it mattered. She’d always been relatively popular, with lots of girlfriends—boyfriends, not so much.
As far back as Margo could remember, she'd had ...a thing for white boys.MoreLess
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