She wears these little skirts, the pleated plaid school girl gone tramp kind. Almost pulls them off too. Nice legs, but just barely fat enough near the top to jiggle and pucker. And she’s pasty, so the stretch marks trailing down her inner thighs look like an animal attack. All her panties are violently colorful, like Jackson Pollock nightmare vomit, and they’re covered with stripes and polka-dots and other geometric nonsense. Brand new they might’ve been cute, but years of continuous wear has faded them. It’s possible she bought them a size too small, because when she strips down it looks like a mini fumigation tent stretched across her ass.
I create profilactic balloon animals with my pinky toes. Sometimes I am a crazy wildchild pseudo-bohemian neohippie party animal. Other times I am not. Always and always I will lie stories like writers do. Be my friend? : ) Read Bio
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