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“No, not even the half that looks like her. Porn But with coexistence, everybody wins. “I don’t want to be late for class…” I said, hoping to delay my answer for a few hours. My small cherries pressing against her giant melons, I leaned in for a reciprocated kiss. For the last few weeks, most non-coexisting girls I knew had been avoiding the school bathroom since the miracle of birth came with disturbing wet noises, demented moaning, and puddles of white lumpy fluid. The shy, flat-chested Tiffany that I knew wouldn’t have mistaken belts for a top and skirt. call me that! I straddled the blonde girl’s lap on the toilet. “Hallo, Father.” A very pregnant girl with massively swollen breasts wearing nothing but a pair of wet transparent panties shambled like a zombie into the kitchen.
