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St. Patricks day fucking

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I always look forward to St. Patricks day. Who doesn’t love whiskey, right? You know how they say girls use Halloween as an excuse to dress like a slut? Well, I use St. Patrick’s day as an excuse to behave like one. Judge me if you want, my boyfriend loves it. He loves when I dress like a little whore so he can show me off to the world as the hottest arm candy. I never miss an opportunity to tease him in public. I love to stroke his dick through his pants, especially when we’re at the bar. With my sexy little outfit on and me teasing the bartender in front of him, it’s got his dick rock hard. I can’t wait for a good ole St. Patrick’s day fucking when we get home tonight.

Pay For My Pot of Gold

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I love when payday falls on St. Patricks Day. It’s just so fitting. See, legend has it that leprechauns are mischievous little creatures that like to make shoes and store their gold coins in a pot of gold that is hidden at the end of a rainbow. However, that little story isn’t all truth.

It’s not leprechauns who want to hoard your gold, no Sir. It’s greedy little cumsluts like me. I come to you when you’ve downed one too many green beers and lure you into my bedroom. With a promise to let you taste my honey pot, the sticky kind of gold you can’t put a price on. However, I’ll allow you to try. Pull out that wallet and trust me with your paycheck. Pay for my pot of gold, and I’ll take you over the rainbow.

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That lucky little Irish fuck is going to be running amuck in just a few weeks, and this year I’m going to catch him. I’ve been doing my research; see, I thought leprechauns stole from people to get those big ol’ pots of gold, but that isn’t true! They are humble little cobblers, like shoemakers! Though they can not resist the temptation of collecting more and more gold. They spend all their time either stitching soles or finding abandoned gold.

So if I catch me a leprechaun this St. Patricks day, I’ll not only make him grant my three wishes (They have to, it’s a thing), tell me the hidden location of his pot of gold but I’ll also lock that little man up and make him cobble me up some of the hottest new heels for my delicious feet.
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