Breakfast Club Love Letters

Hey, Blade...
I don't mean to brag, but I had to tell you what happened the other morning after work. Imagine this...

The warm morning sun glistens off an ample mocha bosom. A bosom that heaves with each struggling gasp for breath. The graceful arch of her back permits even deeper thrusts as one leg is thrown over the editor in Live 3. Suddenly, I'm thrown onto my back. In my surprise, I don't immediately realize that a tongue is encompassing my left nut. I do notice, however, the fingertip probing my puckering hole. Before I know it, I'm being swallowed whole while I'm being violated almost to the elbow. I thought I was going to blow her head off (I didmake her nose run)! It was an amazing experience.

Have you guessed who she is yet? Keep going down just the way she did...





THE WEEKEND MORNING PRODUCER!
Had to share,
Rockhard Former Morning Anchor

Blade,

The Special Projects Producer and I need your help. We've planned several pieces to air next week during your show. We hope to have them ready for you to look over Monday, but we don't know how they'll work. We'd like your input. Oh, fuck it...why am I saying, "we?" I'D like your input on the pieces I'VE written for the slots I'VE scheduled in your show. The Special Projects Producer would like the Three Delicacies Chicken and a triple order of egg rolls. I want to develop my journalistic talents, she wants a Yoo-Hoo. So kiss my ass, and yes, MINE ARE BIGGER.

Special Projects Flunky

Sunday is my last day, and I fully expect an ass-full of hard diddlin' from all my boy toys.

See you then,
Storr

Tiny Mike,

What's this I hear about you leaving? Does this mean I'll no longer be able to strap on my Love-Vibe and do you in the butt while you gobble the weather-boy's wee-wee? I certainly hope not.

Buckling up,
Weekend Morning Anchor

Blade,

Did you ever play that game where several guys ejaculate on a cracker and the last one to spew swallows? Well, guess what? I'M a cracker, and I'll do the swallowing...

Georgia's favorite son,
Cody

ROBERT,

I want to dress you up like a penis. I'll tie basketballs to your ankles and get a purple beret for you. Then we can coat your head with Wesson oil and see if the world's biggest dick can fit inside my love-cave. I'm looking forward to spelunking with you!

Toodles,
Cheri

TOMMY,

God, how I love you. I want you to taste my motzah balls. I've been to the mohel, so my kosher salami is ready for you. When we're done, you can stomp on the condom like you did the day we got married.

Mazel tov,
Jewish Reporter

I can out-poop a goat, out-smell a muskrat, and belch like a chinchilla. Does that arouse you?

Cheri

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