When I was sixteen I dated a dude for eight months. He made me feel so special. I thought I was so in LOVE. He made me feel like the only girl in the world. He made me feel so pretty by letting me meet all his friends and tooting his own horn by complimenting me like "doesn't my girl look good?"
One day he dedicated "beautiful lady" by Gyptian to me while I sat on his lap and all I could do was blush. Soon I found out that he had his fourteen year old bird bath of a "ex girlfriend" pregnant. The one he claimed he couldn’t stand.
He got off the phone with me every night at 12 am, claiming he was going to bed because he had school in the morning, when in reality he was going to sleep next to her every night. Aside from all that, because I was so in "love" and blinded, I didn’t notice he had plenty girlfriends...it was about five or six of us.
I know he made all of us feel equally special. That’s wasn’t my problem though. My problem was how I DEALT WITH HIS QUICK PUMPING, SMALL PENIS, AND WACK ORAL SEX FOR ALL THAT TIME WHEN I COULD HAVE BEEN GETTING SOMETHING GREAT ELSE WHERE! AND HE WASN'T EVEN FAITHFUL? OH NOOOOOOOO HE DIDNT !!! OH NO HE DIDN'T!
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damn u went in lol
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