As thing counting to escalate bubby feels flustered. The microwaves warm radioactive heat rubs against bubbys skin. Bubby's worries wash away and her nerves relax. The two get closer their bodies meet. The musky smell of the pastry from earlier fills up bubby's nostrils. The odor is arousing. The pace is picking up. Bubby rubs her hand across the microwaves keyboard. She feels the grease gradually increase in the heat the moment. The microwave is all greased up and on edge.
The seemingly microwave that was wireless has a small wire poking out. Bubby's cursoity takes over and grabs it. She strokes it up and down feeling all of its wires texture. The microwave cannot take this anymore it climaxes. The sound of the microwaves alarm arouses her. She hasn't felt this good before.
As the evening dies down bubby begins to fill herself up with doubt and disappointment. How could she have sex with a microwave! Is it even possible?! Wether it was or not it happened. Now she must feel whatever shame comes afterwards.
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Radical Love
FanfictionWhen a average American love story takes a turn up north to the Canadian rockies 😳 and fails just like how I failed my 10 th grade French class.
