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I know.  I know I look like the kind of girl you wouldn't bring home to mother, the girl you wouldn't take to the company picnic, the kind of girl that you don't introduce to your friends, and it's true.  I'm not that kind of girl.  The kind of girl I am is the kind you take home and fuck until she's sore, the kind who sucks you so well you feel like you've died and gone to heaven, the kind who groans with pleasure when you slap her ass just before you fuck it.

I never wanted to be the girl next door, the one that the girls whispered about and the boys all lusted after.  I wanted to be just what I am - a girl who loves to fuck.

I love oral sex, whether I'm sucking your cock dry or you have your face buried between my legs.  I have a whole collection of toys, dildoes and vibrators, cockrings and anal beads.  I like threesomes and I don't mind it a little rough, either.  I can be a little kinky, or a lot - you just tell me what you like and I'll take it from there. 

That's the kind of girl I am.