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We were eating birthday cake as midnight approached. (It’s Dude’s birthday, on New Year’s Eve.)
“Oh no,” he said, as the minute turned to 11:59. I’d finished my cake, but he still had a few bites. “Can I finish in time?”
“I believe in you,” I said.
It changed to midnight just after he’d shoved the last bite into his face. “MHMPM NM YMR,” he said, mouth full.
I stood up and leaned over to kiss him. His mouth was full and his cheeks were poofed out like a chipmunk. I was laughing too hard to kiss him.
“Here,” I said, “just motorboat me, that’s easier.” (I was wearing a low-cut top and at that angle it just seemed to make sense.)
“I can’t chew with my face in your tits,” he said, which I have now adopted as my motto for 2018.
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We were eating birthday cake as midnight approached. (It’s Dude’s birthday, on New Year’s Eve.)
“Oh no,” he said, as the minute turned to 11:59. I’d finished my cake, but he still had a few bites. “Can I finish in time?”
“I believe in you,” I said.
It changed to midnight just after he’d shoved the last bite into his face. “MHMPM NM YMR,” he said, mouth full.
I stood up and leaned over to kiss him. His mouth was full and his cheeks were poofed out like a chipmunk. I was laughing too hard to kiss him.
“Here,” I said, “just motorboat me, that’s easier.” (I was wearing a low-cut top and at that angle it just seemed to make sense.)
“I can’t chew with my face in your tits,” he said, which I have now adopted as my motto for 2018.
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