I love it when she does that.
I love it when she teases me.
I love it when she's really relaxed and cockroaching and then she lifts
her head to look at me and her tongue is hanging out the side of her
mouth. I love it when she follows
me. I love it when she pulls me in
the door. I love it when she wears
my clothes, which she's doing in this picture. I love it when she brushes her
breasts over my body. I love it
when she plays with me like this.
I love it when she rubs it close.
I love it when she leans forward from her seat in the back of the car,
sniffs, and tells Mr. Carter, "Your car smells like throw up." I love it when she talks about history
and other things. I love it when
she says "no offense" to animals. I love it when she says my name. I love it when she digs herself deep into a hole. I love it when she chokes me. I love it when she touches me there. I love it when she says things like
"Put your pants on, you're my lawyer not my dentist!" I love it when she wears a suit and
sips wine the same color as her lapel.
I love it when she accidentally brushes up against my back when we're in
line for a movie. I love it when
she calls me that. I love it when
she wears glasses. I love it when
she dresses up for me. I love it
when she whispers things in my ear.
I love it when she does the rap song over the intercom while running
products across the price checker making that beeping sound. I love it when she takes me out of the
house, even if it's just to ride in the car while she runs her errands. I love it when she hooks the ATV's
exhaust up to a tarp-covered live trap filled with stray cats and raccoons because
she wants to dispose of them "humanely." I love it when she does that.
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