Happy power gaping metaphor
So the story goes that Rochelle came over around 6:30 to my off campus apartment to study for our english exam on Wednesday. I was always nervous around Rochelle. She was about 5’4” with ample C’s, dirty blonde hair that fell down on her shoulders, blue eyes, unblemished olive colored skin, and the most ridiculous ass you can imagine. That ass was relatively small in size, but its shape was exquisite, firm hips supporting an abundantly soft bounteous ass. She always wore exceedingly tight...