June 8,
Dear Diary,
Again, I apologies for not writing more of my encounter. He accepted my offer to sleep her. He didn't even need to thinks it over, actual. I was glad about..."
"Alright, you ready for me?"
Bridget closed her Journal.
"What are you writing?"
"Nothing," she said, coyly.
"Don't tell me nothing." I pleaded, reaching for the book.
The actress simply put the Journal just out of my reach.
"No, no."
Giving up, I groped her right breast.
"Oh. I like this better," Bridget seductively whispered. Putting her hand on my head, she bent me over to kiss her. Her lucious lips were wonderfully moist. As our passion turned into hungry animal lust, she put her tongue in my mouth.
"Bob...I want you...to do me...a favor." she panted. "I...want you...to fuck...my ass."
I pulled away from her at the mention of anal. "Are you sure?" I asked, completely shocked, and aroused.
In response, the beautiful star got on her hands and knees. She slipped her silky black nighty around her waist, exposing the soft flesh of her butt.
I stod their, stunned by her beauty.