Laura, I Implore Ya
Dear Laura @ Femjoy,
Laura I implore you to stop flirting with me because it ain’t gonna happen. It doesn’t matter if you bend over to let your pendulous breasts hang down, just waiting to be cupped. It doesn’t matter if you sit rather uncomfortably on what should be a comfy chair. You can squeeze your breasts together while giggling, or kneel in front of a mirror and I won’t be moved. You can even dye your hair blonde and pose in front of some graffiti, but still I am Lethario and I’m too lazy to be your lover. 