The Acorn and the Beast
By MinimumSiz3 I was nineteen when I met her. Tall, athletic, with legs that went on forever and a flat stomach that showed every muscle when she moved. Her breasts were perfect B cups—perky, firm, with nipples that always seemed to be hard when she was around me. She wasn’t just pretty; she was the kind of girl who turned heads in any room. I was infatuated. Obsessed, even. I loved eating her out. It was the one thing I
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