esmeraldaflame
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Amanda was furious. She was beyond furious - she was devistated. She'd thought Dylan loved her and wanted wanted her - until he admitted that he'd only been using her to get back at that bitch Christine. Now that Christine wanted him back again, he'd left Amanda to wear the label of a boyfriend-stealer and a slut. She stormed into the house, her arms crossed beneath her massive breasts; stomped wordlessly into her room, and slammed the door behind her. Then she stared at herself in her body-length mirror, hating what she saw: a tall, pale-skinned 18 year old girl, with blue eyes, jet black hair in a high ponytail, a flat stomach, delicate curves, and galactic F-cup breasts. Those breasts... Amanda cupped them gently, as she contemplated if they were the reason why none of the boys at school had any respect for her. She always liked having the biggest breasts of any of her peers, but sometimes her tits were more trouble than they were worth.