Last week, a brand new opportunity offered itself to The Pinky Toe: the alien from Run 3. Our great leaders at The Pinky Toe explained to us that a new local hottie has offered to have sex with one of us, as long as we rate him and write an article about it. Now, I’m not one to pass up an opportunity for a good story, so I immediately offered my services. I was selected, and then me and this mystery hottie met up later.
It was late in the A.M. I walked up the squishy outdoor steps and entered the house. “Hello? I’m here for my Pinky appointment. Are you there?” I called and called when suddenly I heard a thump in the bedroom. That must be him, I thought. I crawled up the stairs on all fours, scrambling up the stairs. I rounded the corner. I pushed open the door. I went in. And you’ll never believe who was there.
The most gorgeous, lucious, beautiful, silky smooth gray man was sitting there, smiling up at me. “Join!” And thus, the adult activities began.
At first, the sex was great. So good that I started seeing shades of Rio De Janeiro everywhere. However, eventually, odd things began to happen. The alien started playing with my hair midway through, almost fascinated by the thought of hair. At one point, he started giggling ferociously, laughing out the words “Enja Bagpola teeheeheeheehee.” I have no clue what this means.
However, the real kicker came when the door busted open. I looked up and saw, to my great surprise, my best friend Olga Syphil standing there smirking big. “Yay!!! More friend!!!! Cum join!!!” cheered the alien. Olga then excitedly leap frogged into bed to join in the festivities.
For the rest of the session, the alien kind of lost his steam and started moving slowly. Honestly, thank god Olga showed up, as she really put in the work to make it somewhat manageable. Eventually, the alien fell backwards and sighed, “Ok. Am done. Leave now.” Olga and I looked at each other. The alien didn’t even climax…. “LEAVE NOW!!!!” the alien then grew to a ginormous size and grew fangs and all the sorts. Now, Olga and I aren’t stupid, so we immediately forgot all our clothes and dashed outside.
When I returned to The Pinky Toe meeting the next day, everyone was asking how it was. All I could say was, “meh 🫤.”
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