“Tinkerbell” seems too good to be true. She’s beautiful, stylish, graceful and classy, and she has the greatest pair of tits I’ve ever seen. They hover unsupported and bounce to get free of the prison of her shirt in a way that could get me to make all kinds of dumb decisions just to be around her.
She likes it when I check her out, but if I even look at the scar that crosses half her forehead, she flips. It’s her one imperfection.