Curvy Booty Bounce Collection Volume 3

Wholesome vignettes, little moments from my past: my first boyfriend and I snuggled on the couch in the room above his garage; getting my nails done with my aunt for prom. Whack! “But you are very much alive. No bra. I let my feet fall to the floor, and he held me steady, facing the mirror. Were you ever supposed to be anyone else?”
My mind’s eye flickered with memories. I sunk into Jack’s arms. “Good morning, Sir.”
I smiled and tried to turn on my side. I swooned with love, I swooned with service. No bra. And so, not long before this moment, I had walked into the hotel bar, eight floors below, swaying with false confidence. I’d find myself alone for stretches at a time, resigned to listening to a thinning crowd in the adjacent room seriously discussing the set of holes they just tested. I took it. Somehow, I always knew I would end up here.