I’d roll my eyes but my breasts would probably roll with them as they tittily boob and boobily breasting in the morning light, sunbeams cascading onto my naked chest through the window as I hunch over my screen, breasts supplely smiling in the warmth. They are stern, but not without charm. And as a bonus, I feel the tingling of a single egg, it sits next to the tiny wallet I keep that holds my license and a few bucks.

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that is me

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