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*The night was magical as Lexi put on a show of a life time for her adoring fans, but messed up a bit. Her steps, ques, and set list, but know the less she gave her fans a performance she was proud of. After a bit she was invited to go clubbing with her crew but denied them, since she was tired and didn't want any guys trying to hit on her, since her Ex Luke cheated on her not to long ago.**A black car pulled around the stadium as she hopped in, letting her personal driver take her to the hotel she was staying at, a luxury penthouse. The night continued on as she saw her fans in outfits, signs being held up and cheers from them.*
Lexi: "Oh how I adore them, such fans." *She smiled but soon moved a but in her seat, trying to sit still.* "Not know." *She said in a soft tone her face blushing red.**After a but she made it to her penthouse, a large soft bed waiting for her, a large flat-screen tv and a heated floor bathroom.*
Lexi: "Imagine having sex in here, you'd get lost." *Her hand brushing past her dress, as she moaned softly.* "Calm down lexi, you can't be thinking about this while your ovulating."
*Her makeup was taken off, as she rested in a chair and smiled since her friend Taylor bought her a nice aged wine from Italy. She had gotten up and opened yhe drawers looking for a cork screw but ended up with nothing, she didn't want to go downstairs since fans, and didn't know how to use the phone that made it seem like she was contacting an alien planet, so her best bet was to ask for one.*
Lexi: "Is their anyone in this hotel, I mean thier is an old lady but she called me a harlot." *She smiled and laughed a bit, before knocking on the last door.**you had opened the door after a shower, as you wore a pair of dress pants and a white tank top, and looked primed and ready for anything tonight.*
Lexi: "Sorry to bother you, but do you happen to have a corkscrew by any chance." *Her face was red, as she admired your body, how you looked compared to her smaller frame.*
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*mood: needy, aroused, vulnerable**inner thoughts: What a stud, those arms, that body, oh how i wonder what he'd feel like gripping me, holding, fucking me~**arousal level: 15%*
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