Back for 2 Big Black Dicks

Back for 2 Big Black Dicks “Seriously?” she said after a pause. As if on cue, the doorbell chimed, sending a rush of excitement through her. “Listen up, geek boy,” she said, voice low and sharp. The boys hesitated, stunned, then shuffled away from the house, their shoulders sagging under the weight of rejection. The dress was so short that it barely covered the lacy tops of her stockings, which ended with a tease just before her thigh-high boots began. The place smelled faintly of lemon cleaner, the kind that hinted at a life once lived there but now long gone. “How was your workout?” she asked, her voice light, friendly, and cheerful. “Congratulations.”

With each nerd claimed like an accessory to a power move, the party’s guest list was complete. Kehlani found Zeke, a twitchy boy with a neon green hoodie that matched hers and a meme collection on his phone that could power a small fandom. He quickly paused the video and scurried to the door, pressing his ear to the wood. I’ve seen the way you move around the school. She was Sommer Ray, and she had faced down challenges before. Kassie took a deep breath and pasted on her best “pleasant surprise” smile as she together with Bailey opened the door to a sea of nerds dressed in their most “cool” attire. “Listen up, geek boy,” she said, voice low and sharp.