1. Wet Miranda's Super-Bowl Choice


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: Group Sex, Hardcore, Mature, Author: kinghut, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I have to tell you, I am not a big fan of football. My boyfriend will sit and watch it all day long, game after game. College football, NFL games, whatever game is on; he and his friends will just watch football all day. If it isn't football, it's baseball, hockey, or basketball. Once a year, the biggest football game of them all is on; this is the Super bowl, of course. On the day of the Big Game, my boyfriend Tom always has some of his loudest friends over, and they spend the whole day drinking cheap beer and eating Cheetos and chips and a lot of other junk food. I am not a big fan of organized sports, and I would rather do something else on the weekend, like take a walk, watch a movie, or make love. For Super bowl 2005, my boyfriend Tom happened to be away on a business tip in Seattle all week. I thought I would have the house to myself, and not have to deal with sports on TV whatsoever. At 2:00 he called me, and asked if his friends could come over and watch the Super bowl at our house even though he would not be home. "What? You mean you want your friends to come over to our house and watch that damn football game all day while you won't even be home? Oh no. Please, can't they watch it at their own houses?" I said angrily. "Well, the thing is, they all have small TVs, and we have a huge widescreen system with surround sound. Please, Miranda, they would really like it." Tom begged. "I would rather not. The answer is no, Tom." "Uh...I sort of already invited them over. ...
    I'm so sorry, but they kept pleading to let them come over. Robert, Carry and Patrick are all going to arrive soon. They will bring over lots of food, so at least you can eat for free tonight!" I could not believe what I was hearing. My boyfriend had invited 3 of his obnoxious friends over to watch a loud football game in my own house, and he hadn't asked me first. I was so pissed off! We argued on the phone for about a half hour. I held my ground, saying no over and over again, when I was startled by a knock on the door. I told him I was hanging up, and that we would talk about this later. I walked downstairs, and answered the door. It was Tom's friend Carry, along with someone I didn't even recognize. "Hey Miranda, thanks for having us over. This is Joe." Carry informed me, introducing a tall guy with a blonde crew cut. "Hey, wasssssupppp?" Joe said. I cringed. I can't believe he just said "Wassssuppp" in that annoying tone of voice like they use in that Budweiser commercial from a few years ago. I rolled my eyes and reluctantly let them in. I resigned myself to the fact that they were going to be here all day. Carry is a heavyset guy, about 5 foot 8, with long brown hair. He was wearing a New England Patriots tank top, and carrying a case of Keystone light. They walked in the door and immediately made themselves comfortable. Feet on the nice oak coffee table, they were already on the red sofa within five minutes. There was another knock on the door. Now it was Robert. He is ...
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