It's like the love child of Bad Hemingway and the Song of Solomon.
Her breasts were like stalwart towers, proud against a wild frontier, encircled with barricades and minefields and barbed wire. Topped with fifty-caliber anti-aircraft cannons, belt-fed and air-cooled. A fortress as impregnable as her heart. That means no one could get in, for it was impregnable. You could not pregn it.
*tilts head*
Man, she needs to brush.
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Her breasts were like stalwart towers, proud against a wild frontier, encircled with barricades and minefields and barbed wire. Topped with fifty-caliber anti-aircraft cannons, belt-fed and air-cooled. A fortress as impregnable as her heart. That means no one could get in, for it was impregnable. You could not pregn it.
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But not quite.
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:D