Chasing the Walrus

I hope y’all had a good fucking 4th of July weekend. Personally I had no fucking plans so when the fucking neighbors invited me over for a 4th BBQ and I figured what the fuck. I’d go over, play nice, eat some BBQ and then make an excuse early and call it a fucking night.

I recognized a few others there from the our fucked up neighborhood and they had also fucking invited a few of the boring asses they fucking work with. I was the only fucking single dude at the party so I saw no need to hang around. My plans started changing as soon as I met one of the ladies from my neighbors office. She was married with a kid about 5, cute and came off as very flirtatous and possibly looking to have a little more fucking fun than just sitting around shooting the shit with the other fucking soccer mom’s while all the husbands compared their dicks and tried to figure out who could actually piss the farthest.

It can always be kind of a pain to cut the hot one out of the herd. The herd always wants to fucking pull them back in and the husbands seem to get a little concerned when the single guy pays too much fucking attention to their bitch. So the game starts with coincidental meetings in the kitchen, getting beers and what nots and then as everyone starts getting a little drunker finding the times for longer alone time while everyone else is too busy enjoying the buzz.

It took very little fucking flirting time before she made it perfectly clear to me that she would love to steal a few moments away for some purely adult time. We played most of the afternoon playing grab ass, clandestine meetings by the bathroom where we could do stupid kid shit like make out and cop a good feel or two. I knew we’d be doing it and I knew that the best time would be during the fucking fireworks display.

I’m going to spare you fucks the details of fucking the neighbors wife’s best friend on her bed and leaving her fuck hole filled to the brim with my man milk but I will say it must have been the best fucking sex the bitch had as she wanted to know if we could get together on a regular basis. Want to blast me ego, do like this bitch did and tell me she needs to have more of my cock.

Babe for the Post
Veronica Saint | This Saint’s a Winner

With her natural, girl-next-door good looks—and hailing from America’s Heartland to boot—Veronica Saint is the perfect choice for Valentine’s Day eye candy. “Being on the cover of HUSTLER is a dream come true!” proclaims the delectable 22-year-old. When Veronica is feeling romantic, who’s gonna sweep the babe off her feet? “I love the typical bad-boy rock ’n’ roller types,” she admits. “A dude covered in tattoos makes my pussy extra-wet. That doesn’t mean I won’t occasionally do a suit-and-tie guy. I’m not big on pickup lines, but I go crazy over someone who has strong body language and knows how to undress me with his eyes. My eyes are sexy, and I use them as a weapon.” Does the sweetheart go crazy for girls too? “Not yet,” she coos, “but I want to give it a try.” Meanwhile, Veronica’s ultimate sexual fantasy remains unfulfilled. “I want a tall and buff Native American man with long hair to drag me into the woods, where he would tie me to a tree and fuck me hard. He would then leave me all spent and dripping with sweat.” Whoa, Tonto! In the future, Veronica has big plans: “I’m going to create my own cosmetics line, maybe even a fragrance. Right now I’m finishing up my college degree and plan to get a master’s in English, then write a book or two. I’m very ambitious and full of great ideas, so the world is open to me.” Finally, Veronica offers a personal Valentine’s Day greeting to HUSTLER readers: “This is my gift to you, and I really hope you enjoy my pictures. Love you, guys!”

Statistics:
Hair: Brown
Eyes: Brown
Bust: 34C

Waist:26

Hips: 37

Height: 5′7”

Weight: 118

Biography:
Birthplace: Elmhurst, Illinois
Age: 22
Favorite Movie: Goodfellas! I absolutely love mobster movies and Scorcese!
Favorite Song: I’m really into the new Arcare Fire record. It’s called, "Neon Bible". It’s about hope, redemption, loss, growth…what it means to be human.
Favorite Food: Chinese food.
Likes: Working out, shopping, playing with my two puppies.
Dislikes: Housekeeping. I can’t remember the last time I picked up a broom or a mop. That’s what boyfriends are for!
Ambitions: I want to marry the man of my dreams and have a bunch of kids. Nothing too terrible exciting.
Best Place to Fuck: On set. There’s something really freeing about screwing in front of a room full of strangers. I can get wild.
Best Sex: Anytime I care about my partner. The sex can be bad–well, not THAT bad–and it’ll still feel good to me.
Favorite Position: I like getting good and fucked in the missionary position.
Questions & Answers:

HUSTLER: What’s your type?
SAINT: I love the typical bad-boy rock ‘n’ roller types. A dude covered in tattoos makes my pussy extra wet.

HUSTLER: Did you do anything special for Valentine’s Day?
SAINT: Nothing special. Got too drunk and fucked my brains out.

Damn, definately my type of bitch! See more at Hustler

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