It was my freshman year, and I just learned the basics of how to play poker over the weekend in my dorm with some friends. It was a Thursday, but I didn't feel like going out, but was in the mood for some fun. So I snapped a cornerback with a pic of my 40 inch ass in a thong with the caption "poker?" Let's just say I got a response back in less than a minute, with his rock hard body, saying he would be over in about half an hour. So I got ready by putting on some black booty shorts, a sexy red bra, and a tank top that is a size too small that showed off my cleavage.
About 25 minutes later, I hear 2 loud thumps on the door, and I answer it, and he has on some gray sweatpants, and a football team shirt on. And he asks where the poker chips are, and I give him a evil smile, and say we will find something to bet with. So, we sit on the bed and play our first hand and he ends up folding, to which I say ok now take something off, and he raises an eyebrow and says I like these rules. And I like them as well because I got to see his 8-pack. The next hand I had a decent hand, but I lost on purpose, and removed my tank top. Now I could tell he was starting to get distracted, as was I. We played the next hand, and he ended up beating me. Was I not as good as I thought I was? So I peel my booty shorts off slowly revealing my pink thong. The next hand I beat him, and he removes his sweatpants, and I can tell he is already getting turned on through his boxers, and I like what I see. So we play another hand and he beats me again, with a full house to my 3 of a kind. So I unhook my bra, and it drops down to the bed. Now you can tell he is really liking this. So I suggest that we change up the rules and play one last hand. Each person picks one card, the best card wins, and the loser gives the winner head. He said I like those rules. So, I drew mine and wouldn't you have it? I draw the queen of spades, I have it in my hands thinking dirty thoughts. We both lay down our cards and he has the king of clubs, a black king.
