The first day of demonanglemagicgay school was over, I had made my way home through the rugged twisty streets and whipped off my scruffy Doc martin-Demonia crossovers.
I collapsed into my bed and turn on my red RGB lights but even with the pulse of death metal lofi in my ears I can't stop thinking about her, her body still in graved in my mind every nook and cranny of her breasts that he low cut blouse showed off.
I should have said something I should have made my feelings known but it's forbidden- stupid that I would even think about it, I need to move on and find someone different to dominate me, maybe theres another hot mama-big mummy milkered-milfy-alpha-queen out there for me… maybe
It's decided then, I would find another until fate brings us together again when I'm at an age when no lawsuits can be had.
A single tear rolls down my check knowing that I must move on watching her from a far in the back of the demon-angal-wizard-magic-alpha-gay-fairy-English class 😔😔😔
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