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Blondie's Adventures

Julius would send Dagwood on marathon business trips. This would help him woo Blondie even further. Everyday for the past month after spiking that first drink, he would visit Blondie's home to have epic fucking sessions.

One particular day...

The doorbell rang. Blondie thought, "That must be him!" Her heart was racing as she finished her final downward dog position. Julius loves Blondie's sexy and fit figure and she intended to keep it that way. For some reason, she also seemed very excited to be meeting with him today. She answered the door wearing only a strapless, almost see-through bandeau and a matching white thong, her skin glistening with sweat.

She opened the door and said, "Oh my!" It was Julius in his usual button-down three piece suit and holding a bottle of champagne on one hand and a big bouquet of flowers on the other. What caught Blondie's attention was the flogging erection on his groin that almost mirrored his smirk as he stared at her almost exposed breasts. She blushed and her heart skipped a beat -- how can a lovely, sexually attractive woman be infatuated with an old, bloated, smaller and generally repulsive curmudgeon of a man?

"Are those for me?" she asked as she quickly lunged forward, bending over, holding him by the jowls and giving him a deep, passionate kiss. He put his arms around her waist, his chest pressing against her voluptuous breasts still drenched with sweat. They tongued each other, his greying handlebar mustache gently tickling her nose. She can smell the pungent stench of cigars and Old Spice musk on him while he inhaled her scent of workout sweat and garden tulips. Their bodies slowly moved inside the house while still kissing each other. She quickly locked the door as he placed the champagne bottle and flowers on the coffee table. He grabbed her by her hands.

"Where are you taking me?"

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