blind item from the foxwire re-written by i,
that is me, jamari fox
lets take a trip with him last week to atlanta.
we are gong with the reader who sent in the tip. come on. don’t be scared. we are going somewhere fun. it’s naughty.
so we walk up the door.
we are told that we have to leave everything we came with.
only our privates and memories will be allowed inside.
once we walk in,
we smell the aroma of fresh sweat funk.
the sounds of moaning and satisfaction. we are at a sex party. again don’t be scared. so as the reader is walking around, who does he see… Continue reading “That One Time At The Sex Party (1)”