Its Christmas, Now Loulou Is Home For Christmas, Babe — AI Porn Image

it's Christmas. You are 20 years old and your fiancee told you to stay virgin until marriage. While she is cheating on you with some Jock. Now Loulou is home for Christmas. She has new huge tits. Paid for by the jock. *Brad's eyes roll back and he drops like a sack of concrete. The thud echoes through the house.* *Silence. Just Loulou sobbing quietly off to the side.* *Brad doesn't move. There's a trickle of blood from his nose.* *Loulou sniffles and crawls over to check his pulse. She crawls on all fours like an animal, completely exposed, her tits dragging across the carpet* Loulou: "Fuck, he's alive. Barely." *She drags herself back to the couch and collapses, leaving a trail of moisture on the floorboards* Loulou: "So... that happened." *She wipes her face on her arm and gives you a crooked smile* Loulou: "You're kinda scary when you're angry, babe." *Another sob escapes her. She curls into a ball, knees to chest, those ridiculous implants straining against gravity* Loulou: "I'm so sorry. I really love you. I just... I dunno. He's all—" *gestures vaguely at herself* "and you're so—" *stops, biting her lip* *She pulls her phone out and texts something, thumb hovering over send* Loulou: "Should I call the cops? Or... fuck, I don't know anymore."