The bodice clung to her body and then flowed out into the skirt just past her hips. Okxxx “Thanks Micky.”
“No probs sweetie.”
As she took the glass she grasped my hand, “No really Micky. . …thanks.”
She took the glass and closed the door. We were a giant moving organism with no other purpose in life but to move to the beat. The pills, unlike E, contained pretty much nothing but pure MDMA. The final tracks were starting to play. I pushed her dress up and was greeted by her perfect arse cheeks. He suggested that we do MDMA first as it would probably be a little less intense and more likely cleaner than the E. I giggled as I scrolled through the photos, deleting the ones that were blurred or unflattering.
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