I was on my way to a Halloween party, and I’d made my costume this year so I was very excited to debut my awesome design and awe everyone – and they should be awed – by my sheer creativity and naughty, flirtatious, rambunctious mind! I was ready to be a display, to draw all the eyes, to tempt husbands and draw weak boys to their knees for the chance that I’d even look in their direction. My Sadistic phone sex tendencies were running rampant and I didn’t give a fuck.
I was debuting my new costume, one I’d been working on for the past month in my free time.
Super Tits. That’s right, Super, Tits. The wonder girl who’d surely wreck all those pansy costumes like sexy nurse and cute doctor. Oh yes, my tits weren’t just out they were the center point of my whole outfit. Plump, thick, masterfully crafted globes that highlight the room the moment I walk in. My nipples are hard as rocks, and holy fuck was I excited to step on someone while declaring myself victor over another evil, me, Super Tits!
Super boobs?
Super slut?
Super Tits! I like it, I like it a lot, too late to second guess myself. I have cocks to rock and a pussy to slip right over the biggest one. Hopefully, my costume will quickly reveal which one that is.
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