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My give-a-fuck meter is less attuned.
I want to hide. I want silence. Birds. A hot shower. Some Tylenol. And a date with my hand to ease some tension.
You’re probably all giddy and wet in the panties.
“And bang the cowboy. Do it.”
It’s going other places too. Like how that mouth would look wrapped around my dick.
I’ve always been the joke in this family. The one that gets poked fun at. The one nobody takes seriously.
She’s trying not to laugh, and I’m trying not to get a boner from staring at her mouth. It’s a fucking struggle for us both.
