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Darling I’m thinking of getting implants. Right fine, I was going to the gardening centre today, we can go together No silly, breast implants. You already have two ******* I want bigger ones. How much do they cost. Eight thousand pounds. What, four thousand a breast, are they gold. It’ll be worth it, and you are a breast man. For that price, I would expect a lifetime subscription for Farleys Rusks. You wait till you take my bra off. That’s another thing, a new wardrobe. Think of it as a Valentines present. Wouldn’t you like a ring instead. No, I want bigger ******* I want a bigger **** but I can’t have one. Well actually you can darling. Not for those prices. No, the surgeon says he can take a bit of fat off my ******* and insert it into your ***** What, you’ve been discussing me with the surgeon. Yes, seemingly it’s the rage. Oh I don’t know, seems a bit Frankenstein to me. Just think, you could be walking about with me inside you. That’s another thing, you’re always complaining about your ******* Only when you grab them like rugby ***** I get excited easily. Why don’t we go to bed and discuss it. Oh no you don’t, before I know it you’ll be getting a nose job. Look at my ******* darling, now imagine them bigger, can you see it. All I can see is pound signs. Put that extra large ***** inside me, how are you feeling now. I’m feeling poor. You’re not looking properly, visualise me taking my bra off, you’re getting ***** you can’t take your eyes off them. What do you see now My god it's amazing, I can see it now, do you think I can dip my rusk in your milk.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
The Valentine Present.
Darling I’m thinking of getting implants. Right fine, I was going to the gardening centre today, we can go together No silly, breast implants. You already have two ******* I want bigger ones. How much do they cost. Eight thousand pounds. What, four thousand a breast, are they gold. It’ll be worth it, and you are a breast man. For that price, I would expect a lifetime subscription for Farleys Rusks. You wait till you take my bra off. That’s another thing, a new wardrobe. Think of it as a Valentines present. Wouldn’t you like a ring instead. No, I want bigger ******* I want a bigger **** but I can’t have one. Well actually you can darling. Not for those prices. No, the surgeon says he can take a bit of fat off my ******* and insert it into your ***** What, you’ve been discussing me with the surgeon. Yes, seemingly it’s the rage. Oh I don’t know, seems a bit Frankenstein to me. Just think, you could be walking about with me inside you. That’s another thing, you’re always complaining about your ******* Only when you grab them like rugby ***** I get excited easily. Why don’t we go to bed and discuss it. Oh no you don’t, before I know it you’ll be getting a nose job. Look at my ******* darling, now imagine them bigger, can you see it. All I can see is pound signs. Put that extra large ***** inside me, how are you feeling now. I’m feeling poor. You’re not looking properly, visualise me taking my bra off, you’re getting ***** you can’t take your eyes off them. What do you see now My god it's amazing, I can see it now, do you think I can dip my rusk in your milk.
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Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 6:48 AM UTC
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