Is there a quarantine genre yet?
Gonna try to keep the dialogue as neat and true as my memory serves. Was drinking, and this was a few nights ago.
My gf of a few years now, Kris, was raised in an old school southern Christian household before rebelling against the church and her racist ass parents. All thanks to the emo/pop scene. She’s petite and frail—sweet and bubbly to strangers with her accent having a slight little coo—but behind closed doors? Insatiable and even forceful. It’s amazing seeing her put on the innocent southern bell act, because I know this is the same girl who made me facefuck her in the hallway while her churchlife dad was visiting (and asleep around the corner).
So beneath the “yes ma’ams” and “sirs” is a tatted up body, some ink riding up her legs and cupping her firm round ass, and beneath her tight-fitting Little Mermaid shirts are some of my cum stains from public rendezvous(es? is this word naturally plural? ok, fuck it). She gets called “scene Taylor Swift” or just “Hayley Williams” a lot. Cute, tiny, and feisty.