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Friday is best time for Fake ID and New Troubles, do not you think so? Beginning of this weekend was not different neither from me nor my wishes. I wanted to get some booze and chill under the loud music. I am still not legal enough to vote and visit bars: my only way is the fake ID I bought last summer from creepy guy in the alley. Stupid? Yes. Useful? Damn yes! The security never questions me twice: I only have to show them this driver license and if they start looking a bit suspicious, lean towards them, push shoulders a bit together and make sure, his eyes are dropping on your tight titties. Old trick but works even on boomers!

I go inside the club: the neon lighting is blinding me for a moment. When my eyes adapted to it, I look around: bunch of people dancing on the dance floor, shaking their asses and rubbing on each other. The bar is full too, looks like everyone is here just to get some Margaritas and Heineken.

Fake ID and New Troubles

I go to the bar stand and get myself a chair. Order a drink: the barman looks at me with high up eyebrow, but not saying anything. I guess, I am not the first free bird in here for him. The guy next to me whistling and winking. I look at him with a flirty smile. I am here for fun, booze, music, sex. Perfect combo.  We spend some time, laughing, flirting and chatting. At one point, after three Tequilas and two Long Island, he offered to come over. I say yes, he pays for my drinks and we leave to get a cab.

When we got into the car, he attacking me with his mouth: kissing my lips, opening them up and pushing his tongue inside. His hands all over my body: he grabs my boobs through the top (I am not wearing any bra), squeezing my nipples and pulling them. I moan in his mouth. The driver gives us a look in the mirror: he is not saying anything, but I can see that he is touching his cock. I close my eyes and spread my legs wider, inviting him to go down on me. You other hand sliding down and pulling down my shirts. It is hard, but he managed to go inside of my wet panties and squeeze my clit between his fingertips, making me scream and lift my hips towards his moves.

He continues to kiss me even when we came to his address. He hands the cash to the driver and pushes me outside. I slowly walk up to the stairs and wait, when he will find his keys: hard thing to do with a dick ready to explode. When the door is finally open, he pushes me inside and locking it behind us, letting the night stay outside.

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