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My school is kind of a minefield of distractions, but this one freshmen stuck out to me
she was the kind of girl who’d turn a corner and her chest would arrive three business days before the rest of her would.
And I had a "situation" at the time. An old lady keeping me on a short leash but that didn't stop me from keeping the lines of communication wide open. I was playing the long game, waiting for the leash to snap…
When the breakup finally happened, I didn't just move I fucking launched.
On the phone
We moved to Snapchat, and the view was immediate. Every snap she sent was a marvel of tits. cotton screaming for mercy as she filled the frame.
• Me: "you have some nice big tits."
• Her: "Thanks
You should probably come see them in person sometime."
Thats when I knew the floodgates opened. She started sending videos. jiggling videos that almost even defied the laws of physics. It’s like she was putting on a private show for an audience of one.
The Operation
Everything was kind of tricky tbh. She was a freshman, so I had her walk to a "disclosed location" far from the school. I wasn't about to be seen picking up the new arrivals in broad daylight.
I pulled up, she got in my 09’ Toyota, and we burned rubber in that 4 cylinder back to my house. We didn’t have much time because she had softball practice, and I had intentions
The Main Event
The second i snuck her upstairs into my room, all of the civility was gone. I cleared the deck. She was already dripping like a broken faucet before I even touched her.
I flipped her, arching her back until she looked like the Golden Gate Bridge, and then I went to work. The rhythm was primal, a percussive sound that echoed through the room as she tried to be quiet.
For 50 solid minutes, it was absolute warfare.
• Intensity: Unbearable.
• Duration: A marathon.
• Result: plan B
The Aftermath
I had to take her and drop her off a street over from the softball fields, probably still shaking. but by the time she finished practice that same evening about 2 hours later she was already texting me again.
She wanted for round two, begging for more.
she was the kind of girl who’d turn a corner and her chest would arrive three business days before the rest of her would.
And I had a "situation" at the time. An old lady keeping me on a short leash but that didn't stop me from keeping the lines of communication wide open. I was playing the long game, waiting for the leash to snap…
When the breakup finally happened, I didn't just move I fucking launched.
On the phone
We moved to Snapchat, and the view was immediate. Every snap she sent was a marvel of tits. cotton screaming for mercy as she filled the frame.
• Me: "you have some nice big tits."
• Her: "Thanks
You should probably come see them in person sometime."Thats when I knew the floodgates opened. She started sending videos. jiggling videos that almost even defied the laws of physics. It’s like she was putting on a private show for an audience of one.
The Operation
Everything was kind of tricky tbh. She was a freshman, so I had her walk to a "disclosed location" far from the school. I wasn't about to be seen picking up the new arrivals in broad daylight.
I pulled up, she got in my 09’ Toyota, and we burned rubber in that 4 cylinder back to my house. We didn’t have much time because she had softball practice, and I had intentions
The Main Event
The second i snuck her upstairs into my room, all of the civility was gone. I cleared the deck. She was already dripping like a broken faucet before I even touched her.
I flipped her, arching her back until she looked like the Golden Gate Bridge, and then I went to work. The rhythm was primal, a percussive sound that echoed through the room as she tried to be quiet.
For 50 solid minutes, it was absolute warfare.
• Intensity: Unbearable.
• Duration: A marathon.
• Result: plan B
The Aftermath
I had to take her and drop her off a street over from the softball fields, probably still shaking. but by the time she finished practice that same evening about 2 hours later she was already texting me again.
She wanted for round two, begging for more.
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