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Mint if you are reading this, words can not describe the things you make me feel. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, drowning in a sea of endless pleasure. I want to touch, smell and taste each and every inch of your fertility goddess body. I want to sit and bask in your beauty all day as you cook a delectable three course meal and spend all night wrapped in barely contained sexual desire as you savor every last bite of it. I want to gently wipe the sweat from your forehead and the back of your neck after your monumental stuffing is complete, quieting your moaning and groaning with slow, sensual belly rubs. I want to see the concerned look on your face as you ask me if you are getting too big for me and then see the subsequent smile as I assure you that there is nothing you could do to ever stop being the most attractive woman I have ever seen. I want you to sit on my lap while you stream, the feeling of your soft, heavy body pressing down me as I watch you play. I want to pinch or squeeze or caress every sensitive part of your body when you mess up, watch you squirm and stutter as you try to think of excuses to tell chat for your gasps and breathing growing heavy and erratic. I want to force you to wait when your clothes start getting too small, watching you try to squeeze your way into them with ever increasing struggle every morning. When your clothes are just about to explode off of you I finally relent and let you buy more, but not so easily. I want to force you to get dressed in them one last time and take you to the mall, walking with you side by side, holding your hand as everyone stares at your body oozing out of it's tight prison. I want to hear your cute little grumbles and grunts from the dressing room as you guessed too small a size for your new pants and wait for the attendant to stop paying attention so I can sneak in after you. I want to savor the embarrassment on your face as you show me that you can't fit your fattened ass into your pants and then watch as the embarrassment melts into lust as I pin you against the changing room wall. I want to hear the desperation growing in your voice as you tell me to stop before we get caught and then hear you trying and failing to control your tone when the attendant knocks on the door asking if you are alright after taking so long. I want to make every single day of the rest of your life as perfect as it possibly ever could be. I want you.
