>>1015298Gura will descend into slobiness while she's streaming, just listen to her narratives of baking and so on, the cans of soft drink/booze, littering her desk. My GOD within a year she'll be a whale shark, out of breath whenever she streams, and instead of her prestine little feet rigging against her rig, it'll be her thighs rubbing her glass desk, my god, imagine the slovenliness of her as she gasps and wheezes her way though the stream, the sound of her side rolls trapped in her chair, the morbid unhealthyness of her as she gasps and heaves, "oh god, I'm feeling the flutters" as she plays Minecraft, her liberal friends telling her that she's beautiful at any size despite annihilating her newest gamer gurl chair, snapping forward imperiling her monitor with her sheer momentum, "woah guys, woah" Kiara hissing and forced to go along, "oh woah Gura, tiger stripes ha ha ha ha ha *hiss*", "thanks guyzz" as she launches into her third re microwaved big Big Mac, devouring it, her flappy C cups glistening proudly in a halo of grease, sweat and ketchup, our superchats further feeding her growth, headphones in and out on the town, eclipsing the southern ladies and making her families cringe yet again, her tubby tummy rubbing against the side of the icecream freezer? "Vanilla, I mean come on, it's like, nothing, right?" as she anihilates tubs of mint chocolate, filled and fulfilled as she digs into a whole tub of icecream, comfort food, "wise men say, only fools dig in," and she does, the old boys at the pub no longer whistling as she lumbers towards the buffet, all day, funded by anime
>>1015298Gura will descend into slobiness while she's streaming, just listen to her narratives of baking and so on, the cans of soft drink/booze, littering her desk. My GOD within a year she'll be a whale shark, out of breath whenever she streams, and instead of her prestine little feet rigging against her rig, it'll be her thighs rubbing her glass desk, my god, imagine the slovenliness of her as she gasps and wheezes her way though the stream, the sound of her side rolls trapped in her chair, the morbid unhealthyness of her as she gasps and heaves, "oh god, I'm feeling the flutters" as she plays Minecraft, her liberal friends telling her that she's beautiful at any size despite annihilating her newest gamer gurl chair, snapping forward imperiling her monitor with her sheer momentum, "woah guys, woah" Kiara hissing and forced to go along, "oh woah Gura, tiger stripes ha ha ha ha ha *hiss*", "thanks guyzz" as she launches into her third re microwaved big Big Mac, devouring it, her flappy C cups glistening proudly in a halo of grease, sweat and ketchup, our superchats further feeding her growth, headphones in and out on the town, eclipsing the southern ladies and making her families cringe yet again, her tubby tummy rubbing against the side of the icecream freezer? "Vanilla, I mean come on, it's like, nothing, right?" as she anihilates tubs of mint chocolate, filled and fulfilled as she digs into a whole tub of icecream, comfort food, "wise men say, only fools dig in," and she does, the old boys at the pub no longer whistling as she lumbers towards the buffet, all day, funded by anime, ye gods Gura of Christmas fests to come oblitetate my lab as you sit upon it, gasping, heaving "a." Sharks are full of fat.
