chapter four

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booboo walked in to find ella being comforted by a fellow ravenboob, paris eiffel tower.

'take good care of her, little boob.' paris got up and gave booboo's nipple a good squeeze, before leaving.

'i hate drake.' ella sobbed uncontrollably.
'it's ok, ella. he just cant handle your absolutely massive mommy milkers.' booboo returned paris' favour by giving ella's right mommy milker a pinch.

'thank you, booboo. you understand me like noone else.' ella wiped a fat tear from her bloody fucking huge eyeballs.

then, ella unexpectedly leaned in, and kissed booboo's lips. booboo, to his own surprise, kissed back.

ella pulled away for a moment.

'you taste like when paris breast feeds me.' she smirked, leaning again.
'wait, i can't.' booboo stood up, backing away.
'why not, little boobie? we're best friends. i know you want this bussy.' ella grumbled.
'exactly, we're best friends. we are not two peas in a bed.' booboo exclaimed, running out of the ravenboob common room, and ella didn't bother to follow him.

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