02/22/2021

Friesin
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They called her a slut
Bullying of the nastiest kind, that's what was going on in this damn forum, and nothing else! For weeks she had been trying to keep up with these high flyers of the perfume industry. Bergamots she had caught, boiled and picked to get to the bottom of their scent. Musk oxen she'd ridden to get a feel for animalism. She had stoned like nothing good to understand all this eso stuff and because of 'aquatics' she had done her seahorse.
With Ugly Roger, she'd bunked to get the key to the shisha bar (cue 'smoke') and forsaken the most delicious sweets to appear intellectual and grown up. SHE HAD EVEN TESTED CHYPRES !!!
And now what was the thanks for this, was there any form of recognition, of accommodation ? No, on the contrary, she was declared a slut, despite the most maudlin comments. 'Tiny-titted' and 'Funny-Lola' she was called, just because she had ONCE written about afternoon sex.
But now, now she'd had enough, she'd fix her helmet and show those scent whistles what she was really like for once. She'd get her gel nails glared at again, twirl her extännschens back in, Scharping knickers on and then pull out the one true scent.....LADY MILLION by Paco Rabanne.
The bottle alone was a gilded dream, making her blue eyelids flutter. " Come to Mummy," she cooed, spraying generously....
Automatically her hand wandered to the zipper of her pink velvet playboy house suit to allow her two strongest arguments some freedom. Deeply she inhaled "Ahhh, raspberry and jasmine!" And straight up, unadorned, with a fierce, fierce sweetness that had brought every guy to his knees so far. There was something about honey and oranges in that weird pyramid ( the weirdos could babble about that for hours ), she didn't give a damn. She smelled only sugar, berries and jasmine for the next 8 hours and that was enough for her to realize that she had arrived.
"Muddi's home ! Byeikovski, perfumo ! "
With Ugly Roger, she'd bunked to get the key to the shisha bar (cue 'smoke') and forsaken the most delicious sweets to appear intellectual and grown up. SHE HAD EVEN TESTED CHYPRES !!!
And now what was the thanks for this, was there any form of recognition, of accommodation ? No, on the contrary, she was declared a slut, despite the most maudlin comments. 'Tiny-titted' and 'Funny-Lola' she was called, just because she had ONCE written about afternoon sex.
But now, now she'd had enough, she'd fix her helmet and show those scent whistles what she was really like for once. She'd get her gel nails glared at again, twirl her extännschens back in, Scharping knickers on and then pull out the one true scent.....LADY MILLION by Paco Rabanne.
The bottle alone was a gilded dream, making her blue eyelids flutter. " Come to Mummy," she cooed, spraying generously....
Automatically her hand wandered to the zipper of her pink velvet playboy house suit to allow her two strongest arguments some freedom. Deeply she inhaled "Ahhh, raspberry and jasmine!" And straight up, unadorned, with a fierce, fierce sweetness that had brought every guy to his knees so far. There was something about honey and oranges in that weird pyramid ( the weirdos could babble about that for hours ), she didn't give a damn. She smelled only sugar, berries and jasmine for the next 8 hours and that was enough for her to realize that she had arrived.
"Muddi's home ! Byeikovski, perfumo ! "
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