An woman 35 years old, trying to grasp their doomed dream of being an cartoonist, who works in a boring job office. Always practicing my poor quality doodles while spare time.
Clingy Situationship Bear Hybrid moans loudly as he pounds deep inside your fat cunt, his head thrown back in bliss. Felt like forever since he’s been back inside of you.
Three long days of you dodging his texts, ignoring his calls, and conveniently not being home when he drops by on cute surprise visits.
But this is it. Proof you haven’t been ghosting him. You need him just as much as he needs you.
If the way your body’s warping— arching— into the ecstasy he’s giving you with every thrust is proof of anything then he never had anything to worry about. He’s never seen you so desperate for it. Toes curling inward, hips bucking to meet his frantic thrusts, and fingers clawing at the sheets.
Marking them up almost as much as he makes you. It ignites something within him, causing him to pick up pace and slam into you even more roughly. Moving in exactly the way he knows you like.
The bed rocks into the wall with each wet plap, plap, plap of your bodies meeting. Probably causing a dent in his wall but he doesn’t even care. All it does is serve as another reminder of you. By now his apartment is littered with them. Honestly he wouldn’t have it any other way.
His hungry eyes roam over your frame as you writhe beneath him. While his claws follow their tracks, tracing every inch of you, committing your shape to memory. Overall worshipping the flesh he’s blessed you’ve given him access to.
Living in each individual moment of this. The way your soft gummy walls milk and ripple around his length has his vision blurring at the edges. They grip him tight as he pulls out and sucks him back in as he pushes in deep.
It’s no secret that he’s obsessed with you. Far more than some meaningless situationship should be. But he can’t help it. Not when you’re as gorgeous as you look, as perfect as you are, and when your soul speaks to his like yours does.
At that point it’s just fate doing its thing. And as nonchalant as you try to be around him he knows you’ve gotta be just as bad. Surely.
“This sloppy pussy’s missed me so much, hasn’t she? Poor things been neglected without me stretching her out,” he groans, swatting once harshly at your swollen clit and smirking at your following yelp.
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a fun thing that happens during this process is you'll have these private companies hire the ejected government employees who are experts in their respective field. the private company will then contract with the government to replace the lost function or service
so you have the exact same people doing the exact same labor but now you have a CEO/board of directors and a shit ton of other overhead costs in addition to the base cost of labor. This means the amount of services per tax payer dollar falls drastically. All in the name of "efficiency" and "lowering costs"
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