Curvy Queen’s Mistress Gets Her Pussy Pounded

All people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations, and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real life. But somehow Jaqui’s blown shots always seemed to end up just in the wrong place for Honey to make the most of her shots. She didn’t like men, but whoa did she like Honey. On top was a white satin blouse that showed off what she had been hiding under those black tee shirts for so long. “You’re not going to go south on your bet are you, Honey?”
“Another game,” stammered Honey. She always said, “Just call me Honey, cause I’m the sweetest thing you’ll ever meet, but I’ve got a stinger if you get too close.” She only came into the bar on Friday’s and she always arrived about 1:45, just in time for the pool tournament.