Party Fight

1973 Words

Beast I am on f*cking cloud nine. My girl got her tats like a champ. Dozer explained since they were on scars, he’d have to go a little deeper. When he started she had exclaimed that she felt nothing. The one she did feel, was the tat that was over the word mine, above her pubic bone. That scar wasn’t deep or raised. But she took it and said it was kind of therapeutic. I beamed, because I knew exactly how she felt. I see more tattoos in her future. The tattoos came out magnificent and she loved them. My little artist. She wore a skimpy crop top that framed her beautiful br*asts, with puffy off the shoulder sleeves. And she wore the smallest pair of jean shorts with a chunky silver belt buckle. She had on white thigh high stiletto boots. If she didn’t have my property cut on,

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