“Oh, shit,” I said, when I reached for my wallet. He pulled out a whole bunch of complicated papers. He had such huge pecs they looked almost like breasts. He had really big muscles, which hot chicks like me are super into. Kurt was bent over the car, squeezing oil all over the engine. I threw on my cheerleader’s outfit, because I had practice later that day, and drove my other red Ferrari to the shop, a 2016 F12berlinetta fully loaded with a 730-hp 6.3-liter V-12 engine. Was Kurt that buff dude? I was about to find out. They craved the passionate embrace of a buff dude. My breasts are a foot above my vagina, which I use for both urination and sex. I moaned in pleasure, making that sound that a cat makes when it hasn’t been neutered. I took a shower, rubbing some pink fancy soap into my breasts, which I use even when I don’t have guests. Kurt texted to say my red 2016 Ferrari 488GTB was ready for pick up.
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