Hook line and sink

"Why are people in general, disposal asshole ass hats?" Gwen said with so much gothic anger toward her soon-to-be ex-friend. You help digging Trent into a larger pit hole of despair.

Your fingers sink down below her midriff along her bare pale hip bone. You hold her closer wondering how you and Heather could **** this woman further. You feel her warm body as you hope this Chef competition will end soon.

"I don't know Gwen. There is so much growing people need to do in life. We are still young and dumb. But that doesn't excuse women and men from cheating. You deserve a man who will always have your back no matter what the situation is." You said planting the seed of you in her head. Being the nicest guy possible to lower her guard to you. You think about using your watch, maybe send Gwen to Heather in a comprising state. Maybe let Heather used a permanent marker to write all over Gwen pale body like a paper book.

"Thanks, Chad. Mmm, you genuinely are a gentleman. I usually don't fuck around with soy boi guitar losers. I mostly fuck punk, rockstars at concerts, or people who are more similar to me in looks. But maybe... I can go for a regular looking man. Please don't take that like it a bad thing. It not an insult."

https://www.patreon.com/JasonMaster