“You taste like sugar,” he says panting for oxygen with a fat smile on his drooling lips, still out of breath. “Somehow I doubt that, but I appreciate the thought. NOW GET BACK TO SERVING YOUR QUEEN!” She screams while her body uncontrollably qui
My boobs were my favorite part of my body, but after my friend’s boob job they no longer are. Her tits are perfect, and mine look sad. I’m not complement fishing, I feel like I need to be validated.
