50 Shades of Chav. As I stood in line at the Job Centre thinking of lies why I couldn't work, a sweet smell drifted past my pig like nostrils. It was a mixture of weed and Lynx Africa. I turned around, and here was Billy. Even though his front teeth were missing, his sexy smile caught me like a heroin needle. Our eyes met, and before I knew what was happening, he had lifted me onto some wheelie bins in an alley way behind Iceland. He tied staffy up to block the alley way so we wouldn't be disturbed. He reached under my grey track suit bottom and fingered me through my Primark knickers. He kissed me really hard, smearing my bright pink Super drug lipstick all over our faces. I couldn?t believe I was back in his arms again, he stank of Cider and B.O, which turned me on so much more. I could feel a semi in his track suit bottoms which was really rare, because normally the crack played havoc with his erections.
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