Her boyfriend was throwing yet another Friday night party, which mean Marissa spent most of the night bent over the couch getting her ass fucked by random men.

Sure, it meant her ass ached for at least a week after the party, but it was worth it to know that she’d been a good hostess and that she’d made so many men enjoy their night at her apartment.

“I mean, if I can’t put my ass on the line to make a party great, how I can seriously ask my friends to show up and do the same?”

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