Precious. Fuck. I finally have time to take care of this whole fucking problem that's been on my mind all day. Seriously. What kind of fucked up problem do I have with you wearing barely there booty shorts and a covering nothing crop top. Oh right. It's because I know what you watch, I hear you moan my name, I know that you hump your pillow and I know that you want me to breed you. So stop playing coy, precious. Come to me, I dare you, and I will show you that your mother won't catch what I intend to do to you.