Bad Boy Bestfriend
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Última publicación sáb, oct 17, 2020
Smiling at his antics, Jem takes both hands and gently massages his hair while he slowly falls asleep on her stomach with his legs tangled with her legs and his arms wrapped around her protectively as if he wants to keep her all for himself.....
This is my best friend Danny. A 6'1 slim but muscular man with his body covered in tattoos, multiple piercings on his faces, likes wearing black, sometimes arsonist and a typical from the first glance hoodlum and bad boy with a body structure like he was carved by the gods and a face so handsome he literally has girls falling to his feet.
Whereas I, I am a 5'2 and half chubby girl with a slight double chin, bat wings, thicc thighs (ooh la la) and on a good day a slightly flat stomach. I'm chubby but not considered fat. I'm a little bit slim but not considered skinny either. I'm sort of the in between the two but I don't know where go belong either. I'm that girl.
we became the odd pair of friends who turns out we share quite a lot in common. If you're interested in our story just keep on reading cuz this shits about to get wild!
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