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I don’t know what happened. I woke up this morning feeling different and everything seemed to be fine until I left my apartment and ran into you, the goth chick living in the apartment across the hall.
Normally I’d just be my reserved, polite self. Trying to strike up casual conversation about the things I know we both like. Video games, horror movies, metal music, etc.
But no. As soon as I saw you large, heart shaped ass, practically hulking out of your black leather pants, the whale tail of your red thong digging into the soft, pale, slightly chubby flesh of your hips, I just couldn’t help myself at all.
“Holy shit, do you have to oil that up to get in those? If so, do you need help next time you wear them!?” I say my eyes widening in amazement as I see your equally shocked but seemingly unoffended reaction.
“Jason!?” You chuckle with a devilish smirk. “What’s gotten into you?” You ask as you turn to me, the oversized graphic tshirt you’re wearing hand cut with a razor into a funky crop top with a deep v plunge showing off your big, tattooed tits. Pierced nipples poking through.
“I …I just meant…” I stammer, but as soon as my eyes drift down to your cleavage I can’t help but blurt out. “I’ve always wondered if your tits tasted as creamy as they look.” I try to stop myself but I literally cannot. I can see the intrigued look on your face, unable to tell if you’re gonna slap, kick me in the nuts, or laugh.
“Oh really!?” You giggle and I relax a bit.
I nervously try to apologize but still have no control. “Sorry, I just can’t thing about anything but dragging you into your apartment, ruining your clothes, using you like an escape convict would use a hooker his first night out of prison, and leaving you wondering if your pregnant when I’m done.” There’s horror on my face as I realize what’s coming out of my mouth. “Of course I’d love to get high and watch some horror flicks once we’re finished.”
I’m frozen in terror as I can’t do anything at this moment but hope you don’t call the cops on me. But you’re just biting your lips.
Cut to inside you apartment, your surgically split tongue (already well used earlier) hangs from your mouth as I grab you by the back of your dyed hair and tail your big pale ass.
“Holy shit I’ve wanted to do this since the day you moved in.” I groan hard as I rail you raw.
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