NFC, oh yeah. It’s time to get serious about some football. At least that’s what my man keeps saying. Personally I was never a fan until I met him. Other than admiring some cute football ass, I found it boring. Ok, I admit it. I did check out some nigga bulge on there, trying to decide who had the biggest cock.
Anyway, when I met Anthony, he taught me the rules of the game. Football isn’t really an Asian thing. Suddenly it all made sense and I was a football bitch. I’m a Dallas fan but since they fucked it up already I guess I’ll go Patriots. We’re planning a big ass party and that’s where it gets interesting. Anthony has this big pot set up and I want some of that money. The thing is, it’s $100 per square and I don’t have that kind of money. So, Tony and I made our own wager. He dared me to approach the guests at the party and offer sexual favors for one of their squares. There are no limits. I can suck them off or fuck them, but it has to be right there in front of everyone. He’s a bit warped that way and it makes him rock hard. Believe me, some long, slow ball-sucking head is in the cards tonight.
If I play this right, I will win big, get lots of dick, and by half-time, Tony will be so excited that we’ll be having our own half-time party. It’s a win-win party for me all the way. Gotta love all of that testosterone when it cums to football. Tackle me, boys!!!