Because I don't know if you would want me if you knew all of my fears'. Is This Retribution or Reward? When I saw her cry, I wanted to sweep her into my arms and hug her sensless. Within moments she had slipped off her jeans and straddled herself to Lucas, ass first. She may have fucked more dicks than people have died from cancer, but having the living daylights fucked out of her like this was still breathtakingly painful and delightful at the same time. So I pulled myself out of our banters, I wanted to see if she had substance, I really did.
Of course I knew who the hell she was, I drive past her boutique everyday on my way to work, and I don't exactly live under a stone, I've seen the magazines and the articles, and I have definetly heard of the rumours.
One minute she's feeling insecure about some random woman's petty comments, a minute later she's dancing in the centre of the room, shaking her hips and running her hands through her silky hair like a herbal essance ad. String after string lashed the brunette's perfect ass and she moaned as the sensation of its warmth. We knew Brooke Davis as 'that slutty cheerleader'. Now we'll revisit Brooke in all her horny, kinky, nymphomaniac glory. I didn't want to ruin the moment by saying anything, she spoke up. I got so much more than I asked for.