We Have Nothing to Fear, But Running Out of Beer.

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He wrote in my year book that I’m the coolest girl he knows,

But yet he doesn’t want to go out with me. It’s the worst position. He still flirts with me, we’re still friends, the way he talks to me shows that he cares about me, but a straight up rejection, would be so much more painless.

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Lucien Desclée
Family album Lefebvre-Desclée

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I’m not sure why,

But Defending You Life is one of my favorite movies. Like it’s oddly comforting whenever I’m lonely.

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… Her long hair, still wet from the shower, had been combed down her back in a wet swath. Hilda was sitting on the floor, her round, wet boobs still wet from the shower’s water. She dried off the water with a towel, which then became wet.Hilda gasped when she saw a reflection in her bedroom mirror: through the slightly open door, she caught a glimpse of the chiseled abs and square jaw of the mysterious stranger who shared her cabin. She stood and spun around, her breasts swinging heavily with the momentum. She grabbed the door and flung it open, revealing shirtless Torolf (which was seriously his name) quivering with desire in the hallway.Torolf was ashamed at being caught, but his shame made him even hotter – hotter for sex. He stepped into the room, and his bulging abs accidentally smushed into Hilda’s rich chest.As Hilda’s buttermilk bosoms squished up against his granite abs, Torolf almost had a dick aneurysm.“Hilda,” Torolf murmured thickly, his throbbing meat wand pressing against Hilda’s warm thighs. “There is a secret I need to not tell you: You are my forbidden desire.”Hilda had been waiting to hear these words. Her heart was lifted on golden wings and soared toward a radiant sun of perfect joy. She saw herself and Torolf happy together, bathed in the golden light of love. Her snooch got all warm, too.“Torolf,” Hilda moaned, her lush teats straining with desire. “I need you.”Torolf, coarse abs pulsing softly in the moonlight, stood silently.Hilda looked at him expectantly.“Oh, sorry,” she added. “Torolf, I need you – sexually.”At hearing those beautiful words, Torolf flexed his rough-hewn abs and Hilda found herself being guided to her soft bed by the sheer force of Torolf’s undulating midsection. She parted her thighs in anticipation, exposing the soft pink petals of her clunge.Torolf entered her like she was a lottery. His engorged pecker pushed inside her and she felt fulfilled with sexual fulfillment.Hilda clutched at the bedsheets with lust and ecstasy and her hands. Her spongy love mountains hurled to and fro with each pounding. Her body was like a beautiful flower that was opening and somebody was pushing their dick inside it.Then Torolf moaned, arched his back, and suffered from dick Parkinson’s. He pumped in all of his hot pearlescent sperms as Hilda spasmed with so many orgasms!The two lay still for a moment as the stinky scent of lovemaking billowed around the room.Hilda got out of bed, still shimmering with orgasm. She glowed with contentment, like a cat who ate the cream of the crop.She walked across the room and picked up her towel, still wet with shower water. “Torolf,” she said softly, “there’s something I have to tell you…”But her bed was empty.Torolf was gone, escaped out the bedroom window. In the distance, Hilda heard the fading sound of galloping abs.

Torolf entered her like she was a lottery
i literally cannot breathe right now
what

GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS
GALLOPING ABS

SPONGY LOVE MOUNTAINS

What is this literary masterpiece?

I made my mom pause the TV so I could read this out loud to her and I had to stop at the end of almost every sentence so we could regain control of ourselves.

Dick Parkinson’s?!
I don’t even know if I should be offended by that.

GOD
SEND HELP
I AM DYING
SOMEBODY SAVE ME

AHAHAHAHHA OMFG A+ FOR YOU SANDRA HILL

WHICH WAS SERIOUSLY HIS NAME
BUTTERMILK BOSOMS
DICK ANEURYSM
FULFILLED WITH SEXUAL FULFILLMENT

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