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Banging Priscilla Bunda

"Yes! I won!" I shouted aloud, dancing around my room. I was just days away from meeting Brazilian singer, Priscilla Bunda. She had taken the music world by storm, and anytime you mentioned her, you had to mention her huge butt. Her website had a contest for her fans, so a fan could spend a full day with her. Now, I was not the biggest Priscilla Bunda fan, but hell, I couldn't pass up an opportunity to be next to that enormous ass. Bunda means "booty" in Portuguese. She's been out of the lime light for a little while after her debut album was released. I supposed she was recording for her next album. She was an astounding vocalist. She recorded most of her songs in English, but she always remembered her Brazilian roots. When the day came to meet the big booty goddess, a white, stretch limo pulled up to my house. My heart was racing as I walked up to the car door, thinking whether she was inside or not. The driver then came around, opening it for me. "Good day, Sir," he said. I then sat in, what looked to be the nicest limo I had ever ridden in. It even had Priscilla's logo embedded in the seats, which let me know this was her own personal limo. As we arrived at probably the most expensive hotel in town, paparazzi rushed the car, damn near blocking my door. Camera flashes came from every direction as the driver muscled his way through the mob to open my door. "Damn, I didn't know this was that serious," I said to myself, looking out the window nervously. Two big security ...

... guards then appeared and guided me through the crowd into the elegant hotel. "Wow they are nuts!" I said straightening out my clothes as we entered the hotel lobby. "Man tell me about it. You should have seen it when Priscilla got here earlier. It was crazy," the big security guard said. He stood at least 6'5" and was muscular as all hell. "Wow, I bet they were," I laughed, "And know exactly what they were taking pictures of." Shortly after, a cute girl which looked to be Priscilla Bunda's hair stylist appeared from the opening elevator doors. We traded smiles as she must of known who I was. "Aaron?" she asked. "Yeah, that's me." "Wow you're so handsome. They said you were cute, but not this cute!" she said with a light laugh. I laughed it off feeling kind of shy, but hey she was right. "My name is Monique. I'm Priscilla's hair stylist. Come right up this way. I know you're dying to meet her." And I sure was. *** We then came to room 215. Me standing there with my hands shoved in my pockets ready to meet the big booty goddess. Monique then gave the door a few knocks. "It's me, Priscilla," Monique called out, "I just did her hair, so make sure to compliment it," Monique whispered to me. "Oh you bet," I replied with a wink. The door knob jiggled a bit, and then the door opened slowly. And there she was, Priscilla Bunda. Standing there in her small pink t-shirt with "Biggest Bunda" written on the front, and a pair of tight, black spandex. She still looked the same, but I noticed her ...