Gets Her Beautiful Juicy Ass Plowed In Hopes Of Becoming The Prom Queen With Cody Lane And Scott Turner
Title: “Prom Queen Ambitions: A Tale of Ass Plowing, Blowjobs and Betrayal”
In the bustling hallways of Kent High, aspiring prom queen Candice “Candy” Suxalot was on a mission. The ditsy blonde bombshell was determined to secure her place as the queeniest queen of the senior class, no matter the cost or perversion of morality required. With her perfect plastic pout and perky udders barely contained by a too-tight sweater, Candy sauntered up to head cheerleader’s tryouts, ready to impress and, let’s be real, spread. If her grades left something to be desired in Miss Hiller’s history class, Candy was more than willing to demonstrate her oral history skills.
Popular jock Cody Lane, captain of the football team, was her first target. After deftly catching his toss on the practice field, Candy flashed him her signature Tootsie Roll pop smile. “You know, Cody honey, I’ve been practicing my…routines. Maybe you could help me up my game, privates?” She traced a sparkly red nail down his rock-hard abs, aiming lower. Once alone, Candy proved she could deepthroat more than a football. Saliva and pre-cum mixed as her head bobbed up and down his bulging coconuts, earning an approving squeeze of her bountiful bubbles. But stroking not one but two egos was par for the course.
Candy refocused her gameplan on Scott Turner, resident cool nerd. balletAlthough he’d rather be fapping to catgirl anime, that first bj from the head cheerleader left him all aquiver. He could scarcely believe his luck when prissy Candy invited him to her room “to study.” Hair shiny from half a can of Aqua Net, she greeted him wearing nothing but ripped fishnets and glitter glossed nipples. In a flash, Scott found himself supersizing nine inches of English sausage, scrawling their initials in squirt on Candy’s headboard. Her tight, virgin starfish swallowed his robo-cock. “OH stewardesses,” Candy moaned, the words PROM QUEEN flashing in sparklers behind her rolled eyes.
But candy’s dalliances began to unravel like a sweater at the mall. Tales spread faster than her creamy thighs. Business was brisk but before long, every student in Kent High had taken a turn stuffing her teenage minge. The last straw: Walking into chemistry class to find Candy servicing the pot-bellied janitor on her lab table, a beaker of jizz quivering at the ready. The aspiring brainiacs of Kent were blinded by jealousy and fantasy.
That night, the prom king vote was suspenseful. In a dapper suspenders and bow tie, Cody winked and lisped his promises to “expandingassium” girls’ minds…and shoes. Meanwhile, pinstripe-wearing Scott spoke to the struggle, promising low gas prices. In the end, it was a landslide: Candy Suxalot won prom queen by a nose, upstaging her competition (literally). Crowned a blushing sn ظل palest, she whistled her theme song as she twerked down the red carpet, spilling out of a bejeweled bustier. She’d earned that title. In Candy’s world, ass sucking and ass f*cking would reign supreme. Bathroom breaks would be plentiful.
As some say, you can’t spell lady without L-E-I-S, and Candy was a cups Runneth over with an overflowin’ mug. Trashy stage mom Candy Wetworks beamed with pride. She knew she’d raised her daughter right, with as much fake tan, weaves and micro-minis as a girl could want. Kentites had better watch their backs – or at least their ankles – that Candy’s seldom-wed pantyhose would blanket the town. After all, a candy girl always gets her pussy. Ain’t she sweet?
