Burning Man-Space Cadette

 Burning Man-Space Cadette

Down from Silveron, she'd been puffin’ grass an’ sippin’ wine all day. Popin a few pills. Her blood was three-two beer and THC. What she was, was a crispy critter. And she was their leader, a Space Cadette. It was a wonder she could stand the gravity of earth. All she wore were dust red calf boots, muti culled striped knee socks, holster, dog tags and two necklaces and sunglasses. Her small breasts ere pierced, along with her nose and belly button. Her loer lady bits had a soft peach fuzz. A fake tattoo of saturn graced her stomach, her messy hair a short bob. 


Her boyfriend, nude except combat boots, dog tags, sunglasses and straw hat, was sober, keeping an eye out for her, his cock hard, loving her and the other girls' intoxicated antics.


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