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Go ahead, call me lonely, a simp, or horny. These are MY FUCKING FEELINGS. I want to have the roughest and hottest sex with Polka. Seriously. Her cute noises, her silly faces, and her supple breasts drive me to horny madness. I'd set the mood with Careless Whisper. Every inch of her would be massaged and licked. When I want to finish and climax with all of my love, I would do it on her stomach, her glittered face, tits, and roll her over to blow the last of my load on her tiny butt. I want to cuddle with her when I am done busting, and ask her how her day was, feeling each other's warmth on our naked, vulnerable bodies. She'd tell me how good it was and she'd confide her truest feelings to me, telling me how much she loves me. I would tell her I love her back, and she would give me a loving peck on my cheeks. Then we would get dressed and spend the day watching Seinfeld, still cuddling and even eating our favorite foods. I want Polka to be my girlfriend, my lover, my wife, and my life. I love her and want her to be mine. Is this a copy-pasta? No. I typed out every word to proclaim how I feel. Every time you ask who she is, look back on this: SHE IS MY WIFE. I love Polka, and these are MY original thoughts and feelings.
