"You're gonna break up with that boyfriend of yours." He uttered with a deadly calm voice.
"I am not gonna do any such thing." I gritted.
"Don't make me lose my temper." He moved his face closer to mine.
"Or what?" I challenged.
"Or I will slide...
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"But you haven't seen my man (Man) You haven't seen my man (Man, man) You haven't seen my man (Man) You haven't seen him (Whoa-ah)"
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Tranquility is all my heart feels as I admire my beautiful girlfriend who is now standing in front of me wearing a white glittery dress. She is so gorgeous that the design of the dress looks zestless on her glamorous body.
God surely took his time while creating her.
The fact that she's my girlfriend is still so hard for me to take on. It's been eight months since she agreed to be my girlfriend and undoubtedly these months were the best days of my life. Everyday I wake up to her dollish face and thank the universe for giving her to me.
She changed a little, I mean her appearance, she dyed her hair light brown and she started wearing a little colour too because I said I like colours on her. At first she used to wear only black and sometimes white if she wanted but now she wears other colours too. Although she still prefers to dress like a goth doll and if I say truthfully it makes me painfully hard.
One more thing changed, she started liking mathematics and especially calculus. I know she used to find it difficult, so I taught her using my ways and now she's a fan of it. I still remember how difficult it was for me to convince her that it's actually interesting.
To keep her interest alive, I used to fuck her and teach her. I strictly made a rule that we will only have sex if she practises maths with me and it worked like crazy. My beautiful girlfriend loves to have me inside her and I love each and every second of it.
"Is this okay?"
Her voice pulls me out of my thoughts, and I focus on her again, taking in every inch of her beautiful form.
I look at her, my gaze flicking over the dress again, taking in every detail. I can't help but notice how the dress clings to her figure, showing off her curves in all the right places. My mind races with thoughts of how other men might look at her in this dress, and a possessive impulse rises in me. I take a deep breath, trying to keep my voice steady as I say, "It's a little revealing, don't you think?"
