Sleeping with the enemy

wet bald pussyWho would have thought I would end up boning someone I hated. Hate fucking is fun after all. I can’t stand my lead. I ditest when he acts like he is a supervisor. I  can see him always trying to one-up situations, and I certainly roll my eyes so hard I can see the back of my brain. One day at an office party things took a turn between us. Usually, I avoid him, but this time the alcohol was winning. I wanted to face off with him and give him a piece of my mind. They do say drinking brings out the truth. I got into a heated argument with him over his demeanor and walked away. I ended up joining some other coworkers at a bar, and without missing a beat, he came along as well. I got so fucked up I could barely remember my name. One thing led to another, and I was making out with him and letting him take me home. Hate fucking and sleeping with the enemy wasn’t too bad. All that cocky attitude came with a thriving dick after all.

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