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Watching A Make-out While Wrapped In A Blanket With A Guy She Wanted To Make Out With Made Her Feel Exposed. Obvious. Transparent. Like Her Thoughts Were Flashing Before His Eyes. Finally Brett Managed To Pull Away Without Consent Of Bekka's Lips. The Confusion Created A Sloppy Bite-a-juicy-peach Sound. Everyone Cringed.

Kuh-laire, Is Cam A Fattening Girl Scout Cookie Layered With Peanut Butter And A Chocolate Coating? No. Then Dont Make Him A Tagalong!

Wearing Nothing But Sweats And A Sheer Coat Of Lip Gloss, She Wiggle Through Her Frosted Window And Jumped Six Feet To Freedom, Feeling More Charged Than A Visa Card At Christmas Time.

Do You Play Football For Pittsburgh? Then Why Are You Such A Steeler?!

When The Horse Was Little, Massie Had Covered The Walls With Posters Of Young Fillies That She Thought Brownie Would Find Sexy.