"What the fuck?" I exclaimed and pull back my hand.
"What?" My partner pouted and puffed out her chest. "Many guys will be dying just to get a good grope of these. " She grabbed hold of her breast, giving me a view.
"If you haven't realize, I'm not like most guys and I give no shit about the rack you have."
She seemed confused but a smirk made it up to her face. "You aren't like most guys..that's what so.." She leaned towards me and licked her lips. "Delicious about you."
She giggled and pulled back.
"Some people were dropped as babies but you clearly were thrown into the wall.." I muttered.
She pulled back. "What?"
"Nothing."
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The Girl who wears Sweater
Historia Corta"One of the hardest parts of life is deciding whether to walk away or try harder." ------------------------------------------------ Story of a sad & lonely girl and a curious boy. ***trigger warning
