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"But, Homer, you really love me? You promise?"
Homer looks to the window, then back at the pretty thing in his arms.
She's beautiful: bouncy blonde hair, pouty lips soft to the touch. Skin smooth and warm, so tender to him. Compared to his rough hands.
She's a wonder.
How did he bag such a girl?
"You'll be gentle, right?"
"'Course I will, honey."
She looks at him, and her eyes are so big and scared.
"Don't you worry your pretty head, baby, I'll be good to you."
PinkFrogDoppio Wed 04 Jun 2025 05:12PM UTC
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