I wake in the morning and to the right I see Angel Flores next to the window looking out. I see his hair glistening with water droplets as they slowly fall to the ground. It looks like he just came out the shower. I see him covered up with a towel. I feel anxious and a bit disappointed that he has it on. I wish I were the towel and was wrapped around him and warming him up. I feel so hot and sweaty whenever I see his bulge and I kinda like it... I ask if he is going to come into the bed. He says yes... I feel happy when I’m in the same place as him. I feel so happy just being around him... It makes my heart flutter... Gosh I love this man.

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I never wanted to breed with anyone more than I want to with Angel Flores. That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The child bearing hips of a literal goddess. It honestly ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ hurts knowing that I'll never mate with her, pass my genes through her, and have her birth a set of perfect offspring. I'd do ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ ANYTHING for the chance to get Angel Flores pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can't is quite honestly too much to ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ bear.

I hope the love you made to that Johnny Test DVD was the best you ever had.

k.