Your eyes finally flutter awake and you lift yourself out of bed, planting your feet to avoid being pulled forward by the mass of flesh attached to you.
Your eyes finally flutter awake and you lift yourself out of bed, planting your feet to avoid being pulled forward by the mass of flesh attached to you.
"Wrong? N-not at all! What could be wrong?" the petite gal replied with a stutter.
"Well you keep staring at me, I figured there was something odd. Do I have a wardrobe malfunction?" she asked with an oblivious tone.
"Wrong? N-not at all! What could be wrong?" the petite gal replied with a stutter.
"Well you keep staring at me, I figured there was something odd. Do I have a wardrobe malfunction?" she asked with an oblivious tone.