The 52-Inch Setup
A Fictional Story by Cucked23. The Saturday morning sun filtered through the blinds, cutting warm stripes across our kitchen table. I was nursing my second cup of coffee, thumb scrolling absently through my phone, when my girlfriend said his name. “So, is Jack coming over or what?” I glanced up. She was leaning against the counter, still in her oversized sleep shirt, her massive ass testing the limits of the fabric even though it hung loose everywhere else. Fifty-two inches.
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