| Author: | Carly Sweetin | ISBN: | 1230000005391 |
| Publisher: | Smokin' Hot Press | Publication: | July 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | Language: | English |
| Author: | Carly Sweetin |
| ISBN: | 1230000005391 |
| Publisher: | Smokin' Hot Press |
| Publication: | July 21, 2012 |
| Imprint: | |
| Language: | English |
Miley Mars is a pop princess turning nineteen. Some of her celebrity friends throw a party, and it quickly gets out of control as drunken rockers pair off with drunken pop princesses. Soon everyone is doing everyone.
Warning, this story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, with multiple men banging the hell out of a hot 19 year old, who is ready, willing, and built to please. This sexy short story might be too hot for the meek of heart, so read it only if you can handle the heat.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt:
"Oh my God, dude, you're totally wasted," Miley said, laughing.
"Oh, no. No. No. No, just…just a little buzz," he said, and grinned like an idiot. He pushed up on her elbow, getting her to take a drink. Miley obliged him, and he wandered off happy toward another country-pop singer, even bigger than Miley and Taylor. "Oooh, is that Shania? Gawd, how I'd like to tap that sweet round ass."
Miley smacked her lips, and enjoyed the burn of the punch going down. Fortunately for her birthday, the drinking age on the island resort was eighteen. She wondered what kinds of liquor he spiked the punch with, while watching him start to hit on Shania. Poor Shania looked just a little distressed.
She sucked down the punch, and got another glass. Miley was always so thirsty after a concert, so she sucked down the second glass of punch as well. That wonderful buzz hit her just as she started on that third glass, which she also sucked down pretty fast.
"Are we going to party like rock stars?" Miley called. Her buzz made her feel dizzy a second.
The room exploded with wild cheers and cries of "Yes!"
"I love this punch," she said, and laughed. That made her think. Pot made her giggle, but alcohol made her laugh a lot.
Besides the punch, a lot of Champaign and hard liquor was being consumed. Miley even picked up the distinct smell of pot in the air. She noticed half of her birthday cake was already gone, before she arrived. Shaking her head, eyes rolling, Miley laughed it off. She didn't care about cake or presents. All she wanted was a good time with her friends.
"Oh no, someone help Taylor," Miley said, laughing at her friend. Poor Taylor was caught by the third and last member of Lancelot, the guitarist Banger. He was as drunk and wanton as Hammer, and was holding Taylor tightly while dry humping her from behind. Taylor was laughing, but trying to escape as well. "Get off her, you drunken moron."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Banger said, looking Miley up and down as deep, burning lust filled his eyes. He was wearing his usual torn jeans, torn tee shirt, cowboy boots, and bandana over long blonde hair. He released Taylor just as Miley realized he was about to jump her. Too late. He pulled Miley in, and started dry humping her butt as she laughed. "You're the birthday girl, so I should bang you."
"Lucky me," Miley said.
About the Author:
Carly Sweetin is the sweet girl next door, who has a secret. Her passion is no holds barred erotica. She loves music and movies almost as much as erotica, and likes to make up fictional celebrities living the sex, drugs, rock and roll lifestyle she so wants to enjoy.
Miley Mars is a pop princess turning nineteen. Some of her celebrity friends throw a party, and it quickly gets out of control as drunken rockers pair off with drunken pop princesses. Soon everyone is doing everyone.
Warning, this story contains extremely explicit consensual sex between adults, with multiple men banging the hell out of a hot 19 year old, who is ready, willing, and built to please. This sexy short story might be too hot for the meek of heart, so read it only if you can handle the heat.
* * * Only for 18+ adults * * *
Excerpt:
"Oh my God, dude, you're totally wasted," Miley said, laughing.
"Oh, no. No. No. No, just…just a little buzz," he said, and grinned like an idiot. He pushed up on her elbow, getting her to take a drink. Miley obliged him, and he wandered off happy toward another country-pop singer, even bigger than Miley and Taylor. "Oooh, is that Shania? Gawd, how I'd like to tap that sweet round ass."
Miley smacked her lips, and enjoyed the burn of the punch going down. Fortunately for her birthday, the drinking age on the island resort was eighteen. She wondered what kinds of liquor he spiked the punch with, while watching him start to hit on Shania. Poor Shania looked just a little distressed.
She sucked down the punch, and got another glass. Miley was always so thirsty after a concert, so she sucked down the second glass of punch as well. That wonderful buzz hit her just as she started on that third glass, which she also sucked down pretty fast.
"Are we going to party like rock stars?" Miley called. Her buzz made her feel dizzy a second.
The room exploded with wild cheers and cries of "Yes!"
"I love this punch," she said, and laughed. That made her think. Pot made her giggle, but alcohol made her laugh a lot.
Besides the punch, a lot of Champaign and hard liquor was being consumed. Miley even picked up the distinct smell of pot in the air. She noticed half of her birthday cake was already gone, before she arrived. Shaking her head, eyes rolling, Miley laughed it off. She didn't care about cake or presents. All she wanted was a good time with her friends.
"Oh no, someone help Taylor," Miley said, laughing at her friend. Poor Taylor was caught by the third and last member of Lancelot, the guitarist Banger. He was as drunk and wanton as Hammer, and was holding Taylor tightly while dry humping her from behind. Taylor was laughing, but trying to escape as well. "Get off her, you drunken moron."
"Oh, I'm sorry," Banger said, looking Miley up and down as deep, burning lust filled his eyes. He was wearing his usual torn jeans, torn tee shirt, cowboy boots, and bandana over long blonde hair. He released Taylor just as Miley realized he was about to jump her. Too late. He pulled Miley in, and started dry humping her butt as she laughed. "You're the birthday girl, so I should bang you."
"Lucky me," Miley said.
About the Author:
Carly Sweetin is the sweet girl next door, who has a secret. Her passion is no holds barred erotica. She loves music and movies almost as much as erotica, and likes to make up fictional celebrities living the sex, drugs, rock and roll lifestyle she so wants to enjoy.
