I met so many different women yesterday. And they got better and better one after the other. The last one was an actual 10/10. I wasn't sure If I should treat her the same as everyone else. Because her rarity wasn't like she was 1/100, it was more like 1/1,000,000. Everything about her was perfect. She had a tattoo of an angel on the front of her neck, and a sleeve on her left arm. I'm sure that turns a lot of guys off. But I didn't care.
I'm an ass man and she definitely had a satisfactory ass. But that alone didn't make her a 10/10. It's also how perfect her hips connected to her waist which led into the most insanely ideal boobs. I could just tell hang perfectly, like a doll. Her skin was absolutely unblemished and her face was bad ass. Her dad must have been in the mafia. She was cool as heck looking on top of it all. She had that military, risky looking element. Her voice was pure as heck. Never smoked, never strained her voice, it was like pure. She was like heroin, just overwhelming. Everything about her worked together in unity. I couldn't believe I had the chance to meet her. It easily could have been a dream, it was so perfect.
I'd be lying if I said I didn't want to ruin her with a kid. She could turn me into baby again if she lowered those boobs in my mouth. She could break my brain and turn me into an addict if she wrapped those legs around me and force me to finish inside her. She could turn me religious, she is a religious experience.
