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Wearing a tiny skimpy top, that she knew wouldn't be able to contain her delicious curves.

I didn't think any clothes would be able to contain the amount of meat on her bones.

You'd still be able to see those curves through a fucking bin bag.

Fuck me.

I had to have her all to myself.

I couldn't bear to let this bitch roam freely, for every man to fucking feast their eyes on her.

I could feel my boxers grow fucking tight just looking at her.

I was in awe of her.


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