She screamed and ran around. Her hair had flames jutting out of it, the grease making the blaze flare higher. NOOOO NOT HER BEAUTIFUL HORROR MOVIE HAIR
I would love my cracky hands through her greasy hair but thats besides the point. I started to cry, my hands hiding my women snatching facial features.
I couldn't let my own lucios locks catch ablaze, the thin blonde strands were my pride and joy, I loved how my lumppyy head peaked through if you shown light on it properly.
I ran over to her, and dumped my tears on her head shaking my face like a leaky hydro flask. I knew she had some vsco in her and I almost smiled while shaking my tears on her head. The thought of her with a scrunchie in that black hair made my hotdog jiggle.
She now looked like a burnt racoon (still very attractive) with her scalded scalp, cracky mascara, and tongue lolling out of her mouth seductively. My juicy hot dog twitched at the sight of her like that.
"Thank you for your tears Low. We need to get out of here before the hovel falls." I burst into tears again. The hovel. My cracky, beautiful, wormy squirmy hovel.
"Noooooooooooooo!" I wailed. She patted my head soothingly and yanked on my arm, digging her drragon like nails into the pasty flesh.
"Let's go," she hissed with surprising seductiveness. I smirked and let her dig her talons into me further as she dragged me out of my hovel.
"Wheres your car?" She asked looking int my cracky brown eyes. She turned looking aroundI stopped and stared at the empty parking zone infront of me. Another ozone smell festered in the air, but they thought nothing of it.
"Oh there it is, its behind you lowell." I turned and started squelching my way to the car and then JUST THEN........
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Secet Romance
RomanceA cracky girl. A cracky boy. They meet. For the first time. But there love is inevitable.
