The Stroke of Midnight: Will Tinderella Meet Her NYE Match?

The Stroke of Midnight.

 

Swipe, swipe, swipe, and never right! Amy was a true Tinderella. Never able to settle on a match, her fingertips were often numb by the night’s end. “He’s too macho, he’s too short… he looks like he’s full of himself!” There was always an excuse. Her friends would try to get her to expand her type, but she just wouldn’t budge. “Cast a wide net, Amy! You never know!” Her best friend Kristin would often exclaim. She chose to ignore her friend’s advice, but as New Year’s Eve grew closer, she wondered if her friends might be right. Maybe she was too picky.  In an effort to prove them wrong,  she signed up for all the apps and decided to go into hyperdrive. “I better find a date, so I can get that kiss, at the stroke of midnight!” 

The Day Before NYE.

Amy began to panic. “I haven’t swiped right on anyone!” Realizing her friends may be right, she decided to drop all her values and be a yes-woman. Kristin came over and let herself in. “Amy, where have you been? I’ve been calling and calling. You had me so worried!” Her friend looked into Amy’s eyes but Amy’s glance was elsewhere. All Amy would say was “The stroke of midnight” over and over as if she were in a tinder trance. She could see her gaze was fixed on her little screen and the reflection showed she was in the middle of a psychotic swiping breakdown.  “Amy, are you swiping right on all of them? All you need is one 10-inch Pete!”  She grabbed her phone and said. ” AMY, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?”

The Stroke of Midnight Kristin!”

Amy exclaimed once again. Kristin decided to draw her a bath. “I think you need to relax. Come here doll, let’s get those clothes off and give you a nice soak. I’ll keep your phone safe, and give you a little break.” Kristin took off Amy’s clothes and held her hand as she stepped into the bath. She grabbed the sponge and slid it down Amy’s chest, down her belly, until she made it to her perfect little pussy. “How does that feel babe?” Amy’s eyes closed, as she bit her lip and let out a moan. “A foot massage too? Amy said looking at her best friend. She worked her beautiful hands into those thighs and calves and made her way down to the toes of a princess. Amy stood up and was handed a robe.

“Don’t Forget Your Fuzzy Slippers.”

 Kristin said with a smile. Amy relaxed for a few minutes until demanding her phone once again. “The stroke of midnight, Kristin!” “Fine, Amy! I’ll see you at the club around 11 ok?” Kristin said, irritated as ever. Amy agreed and so they went their separate ways and got ready for the big night. Kristin showed up at the club. After calling and searching the entire place, she nearly gave up. The clock was ticking, with only a few minutes left, when Kristin overheard some guys telling each other to go upstairs. She followed all the way to the top floor, where she saw Amy on her knees, surrounded by several men jerking their cocks over her. “Kristin! I cast a wide net!!!” “Five, four, three, two, one…

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