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Breeding Chubby Cheating Rave Sluts

... for letting himself leave late and not getting in line until 9 PM, right when every other raver on the entire West Coast was trying to get into the Las Vegas Superspeedway too.

After getting through the line and walking with the other vibrantly dressed ravers over the stadium edge and down the bleachers, Max made his way toward the trance stage.

Once there, he started pushing in through the crowd toward the front middle, the best place to dance -- and to find girls who were rolling hard.

He was tall, brown haired, athletic, and 23 years old. He'd gone with his frat bros to the first two days of the festival, but they'd gone home after day two, so he was all on his own for the last night. He was wearing thin gym shorts and no shirt -- the heat of the Las Vegas day was fading, but he'd be in the middle of a hot, sweaty crowd most of the night, so there was no point in wearing one.

Day three. He was finally all alone, solo raving. A ball of excitement was building in his chest.

He'd always been a little shy to admit around his friends that he was really attracted to thick, chubby girls -- especially when rolling on MDMA. Something about their soft, squeezable curves was just unbelievably pleasurable on the drug. Pressing his naked body against a chubby girl while they both were rolling was just about the most heavenly thing he could imagine. He'd made out with a few girls on molly, mostly the type of skinny sorority sluts that liked to hang around his popular ...

... frat, but never had he gone further.

He loved the idea of ditching his bros and going off alone to hunt for chubby rolling rave sluts. He burned with desire to see what it was like to dance up close with one, to caress her soft, thick skin, to press his lips against her thick lips and his chest against her big, bulging tits. And tonight would be his last chance for a while.

As he brushed past a skinny brunette sorority girl in a red bikini, who looked him up and down, eyes widening with desire as he walked on without noticing, he felt a tingle at the base of his neck. Oh damn, there it was.

That feeling again.

He had popped an ecstasy pill in line for the rave, and now he was beginning to feel that familiar tingle.

It was starting. The rush of the drug was taking effect.

As the music pounded and the crowd throbbed, Max's heart raced, his breath quickened, and his senses seemed to heighten. The colors of the flashing stage lights seemed more vibrant, the music more intense, and the air around him felt charged with cold, crackling energy, and the thrill of unlimited possibility. Max ached with the strong desire to touch, to massage, to feel and squeeze and caress and kiss the warm, soft skin of other humans, especially hot chubby rave sluts.

He raised his arms and stretched. Ffffffuuuck, that felt good.

Oh yeah. This was gonna be a good night.

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As the three girls stood there locked in an embrace, swaying to the music, waiting for their second pills ...