Nnnn he IS perfect isn’t he..?? Why do I mmmm wanna mmm hm? Omigod this is…he is…remember how he looked at the beach…??He’s smaller than…than me. Much, much smaller, shorter, thinner. Why can’t I stop thinking about that- ? Why does it make me- a table rattles, glasses shake in their cabinetsOh my god Melissa stop. Don’t break it again. But I wanna be…I wanna take his little head and…my thighs are so big next to…god what would it be like if-NnnNnnNNN… a wooden chair flies across the kitchen, like a toy, tossed without a thought Stop. Looking up at me, remember? His hand, my hand. His arm, my arm. My…my hips… a plate shatters, met by a fist and anotherHaha oh owMy hair all around him, covering himmmm nnnnnnOh my god!! The neighbors downstairs have learned to ignore the late-night bellows, the roars. They’re rare, and she usually seems sweet. My breastsffffuckkkkkk torn, but it was an old top anyway. A kettle whistles. Ok ok good. Chamomile will calm me down… -- source link
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