Amber 1-844-332-2639 ext 404
Recently, my best friend Tayla and her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas found themselves in the midst of a heated argument at the local dive bar. The tension between them was palpable, a mix of too many drinks and pent-up frustration that had been brewing for weeks (well, more like months). Once again, in an effort to make himself appear far superior (and cooler) than he actually is, Lucas told everyone that he’s related to a famous rockstar and wanted Tayla to play along. Tayla, her eyes flashing with anger, wasn’t having it. She hates it when Lucas lies, especially when he insists she participate. Tayla turned around, her heels clicking sharply on the sticky floor, and stormed out of the bar, leaving Lucas looking like an idiot and feeling very embarrased.
Lucas, desperate to salvage the night, followed her out, his voice pleading as he called after her. “Baby! Baby, you can’t just walk home! Let me drive you!” Tayla, her back stiff with defiance, snapped back, “Well, I ain’t helpless here, you’re just someone I can’t stand. I can find my own way home, I don’t need you!”
her longtime loser boyfriend Lucas
Before Lucas could react, Tayla was already in the passenger seat of another man’s car, a stranger with a cocky grin and a promise of a wild night. Neither of which she’d seen in a very long time. Lucas watched in disbelief as the car sped off. He chased after them, his heart pounding in his chest, but all he could see was the dust flying up from the tires and the taillights fading into the distance. The night took a dark turn when the car swerved off the road, the sound of crunching metal and shattering glass echoing through the quiet night.
Thankfully, a witness called an ambulance and Tayla was rushed to the hospital, her injuries critical. The next day, Lucas sat by Tayla’s bedside, his heart aching as he looked at her pale, bruised face. Bewildered and full of questions, I sat on the other side of the bed, my hand clasped tightly in Tayla’s, and asked Lucas if he could give us a few minutes alone.
Lucas took a deep breath, looked at the floor and left the room. I turned to Tayla and asked her what happened. “We got into a fight at the bar last night. You know how he is, babe. I’m just so fucking tired of it! So I left with a random guy I met in the parking lot. I was so determined to make Lucas jealous…I thought it would be fun to give this guy a blowjob while he drove me home, but he lost control of the car and…” She looked down, her voice shaking. “I really screwed up, Amber. Now my leg’s broken, my boyfriend’s mad at me, and I’m stuck in a hospital bed.”
I cocked my head to the side, uncertain if I had heard her correctly. “Um…Did the medics find you laying there with a big ol’ dick in your mouth?!” Tayla looked up at me and giggled. “It wasn’t THAT big…” she said.
The guy thankfully wasn’t injured (and his cock was surprisingly still completely intact). But I’m confident that Tayla wont be giving anyone road head ever again!
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