❤️ 🫀 Wanna Hear ‘Em? 🫀❤️ (Your Sister’s Best Friend) (Picking You Up on a Date) (Car Picnic Date) (Listening to My Heartbeat)

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Of things. I, um, had this plan that we'd get in the car and drive and maybe stop off at some undisclosed location and I'd let you feel under my bra, but I feel like that's probably off the menu right now. Well, I just wanted to come here and say I am forget about you and I want to go.

I just can't breathe. So I'm going to go home and be disgusting and then appear when I'm not disgusting. So I want to go.

I just can't. And yeah, just so you know. So I have medicine and I have quiet.

I have peace of mind. I have everything, but working nostrils. Well, that sounds like a delightful evening for you.

Taking care of me when I'm crusty. That's not my fault if you live to regret this. Can we go to your room? It needs to be horizontal.

You I'm fine. Just gross. Thanks.

Yeah. I had this all planned out. I show up in a tight little number and wholesomely seduce you with being open and honesty and my amazing cleavage and that's just not happening.

Unless colds and sweatshirts do it for you. Well. Well, you never know.

Well, you never know. Is this really how you want to spend your night? Laying on a bed next to a sick girl? Well, that kind of fits with you.

You're pretty strange. But nice. And sweet.

I'm sweet. It's okay. I'm a fan of it.

So this is a way to kick things off, huh? Snot, sass and no sex? What mess have you gotten yourself into? Doesn't sound like the most fun night ever.

When you're either be gaming or jacking off. Well, I wouldn't. I meant rather than having a cold.

I'm sensitive. It's probably why you haven't dated anyone. You feel things too much.

But you can't really win because if you don't feel anything at all then you're pretty much a dick. So I wouldn't worry about changing. Oh, it just hurts to breathe.

That'll be fine. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

These sheets are numb. Were you expecting something? You're cute.

I know, I know. You just like things clean, I get it. I'm a fan, actually.

It's nice for a bedroom not to smell like body odor and lynx. The most enticing aphrodisiac. Fresh sheets.

They're not exactly seducing me, but they are making me want to stay here. I think that might be a little preemptive, don't you? Sleeping in your bed when I haven't even told you how much I love you is a little preemptive, isn't it?

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I haven't even sucked your cock.

What kind of a girl do you think I am? Sick is right. Sick, sick, gross, phlegmy.

Swish or wear a mess. I don't understand why you're letting me in here. So you're deep now, huh? It's not just about your tits, although your tits are a bonus.

You're too easy to wind up. I know. I know, I know, I know.

Okay, I don't know, but I'm learning. There is more to dating than. ..

than all that stuff. All that stuff can be really fun, you know? But probably not when I'm struggling to breathe.

Yeah, I was. I had myself all prettied up in them. I had myself all prettyd up in them.

I had myself all prettyd up in them. I had myself all prettyd up in them. I saw it descend and I thought, fuck.

And as much as I've persevered sexually in the past, I don't think even I can make this work. So. ..

I'm afraid we're gonna have to postpone you feeling these bad boys for just a little longer. I'm sure somewhere inside you can feel it. Hey.

Come here. Well. ..

It might not be kissing or licking them yet. But nobody's saying you can't lean on them. Ah.

Ah. Ah. I told your sister, by the way.

I said, look, you unreliable, chaotic, lovable mess. This thing going on with your brother, it hasn't really happened yet, but it's gonna, so. ..

either be okay with it or don't. Because you're of age and so am I and it's nobody else's business. I told her because I didn't want to make things awkward between you two.

Or me. And just as a thoughtful courtesy. She.

.. She didn't seem to mind. Though she did question my taste.

And yours, to be honest, which I found really rude. Ah. What can you do? If you like someone, you like someone.

End of story. Well, I could exhibit self-control, but. ..

You damned us both by liking me back. So really, it's your fault. You are disgusting.

I am sad.