What did I see?
Does the meat sit high or low? I thought it was baby-fat but look again and it's flabby hanging Auntie arms. How does this hocus-pocus peek-a-boo happen? Girl at the bar-stool seen through inky wraparounds and beer-goggles; back at my place me stripping off her clothes and groping her flesh, my paws sinking into smushy softness, fat sack hanging on the bone tree. Then my pelvis punching penile purple prose against her pillowy center. The veil completely lifted from me upon climax like Dr. Jeckyll and Buster Guts my mind races in horror. Trapped. Held fast in her afterglow
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