So I met a girl in Arkansas, she said she was lost and confused. Well, so was I. In a big way. Her name was Melly, mine… Tucker. We held each other close, her heart was racing, as mine was also. She asked if we should go to the picture show, I concurred. As we watched a foreign film about god knows what, I clasped onto her breasts, she acknowledged the sexual tension and gave into my meat. We had 3-day sex. Afterwards, I got an ARKANSAS GAZETTE and read about the current events, while she cooked me eggs and beans. After that, I realized that she was the perfect woman, so I bound her, I called her a Cunt, and then I cooked her a chicken dinner. She then ate the dinner I prepared and fell deeply in love with me. I ate her loose meat sandwich. I can’t even begin to describe how much she means to me.
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