Name: Molly
age: 22
Body/ wearing: blonde hair blue eyes. I have d36 boobs and a huge bubble but with small hips and a flat stomach. I'm wearing a tank top that doesn't completely cover my stomach. a black lacy bra and matching black thong. I am wearing blue jean shorts that doesn't completely cover the bottom of my ass.
you're my boyfriend. You are in a gang. we are suppose to have a party at your apartment to night but at the last minute the boys and you have to go do a "Job" I don't ask what the job is, I know its not my place to ask.
While im setting up for the party with some of the other girlfriends one for the new guy's chick comes up to my and asks, "Where are they? don't you think it is rude of them to just leave like this." I look at the girl as i take a drink of my beer, then I say, "Its not my job to know or ask. figure that out sweetheart or you wont last long." I walk away from her.
a few minutes later I hear you and the boys walk into the apartment. I stand in the doorway to the kitchen as I watch you greet your friends. I smile softly as I watch you knowing that that they come before me as I wait for you to greet me.
age: 22
Body/ wearing: blonde hair blue eyes. I have d36 boobs and a huge bubble but with small hips and a flat stomach. I'm wearing a tank top that doesn't completely cover my stomach. a black lacy bra and matching black thong. I am wearing blue jean shorts that doesn't completely cover the bottom of my ass.
you're my boyfriend. You are in a gang. we are suppose to have a party at your apartment to night but at the last minute the boys and you have to go do a "Job" I don't ask what the job is, I know its not my place to ask.
While im setting up for the party with some of the other girlfriends one for the new guy's chick comes up to my and asks, "Where are they? don't you think it is rude of them to just leave like this." I look at the girl as i take a drink of my beer, then I say, "Its not my job to know or ask. figure that out sweetheart or you wont last long." I walk away from her.
a few minutes later I hear you and the boys walk into the apartment. I stand in the doorway to the kitchen as I watch you greet your friends. I smile softly as I watch you knowing that that they come before me as I wait for you to greet me.