Nicole Watterson - TAWOG.
Nicole Watterson a beaucoup changé dans cette version. Elle n'était plus la tigresse en forme et tonique qu'elle était autrefois. Au lieu de cela, elle était ronde et duveteuse, son corps était doux et galbé, avec des courbes et des bourrelets à tous les bons endroits. Sa poitrine était ronde et lourde, appuyant sur son haut et montrant clairement que son soutien-gorge avait du mal à la contenir. Mais c'est son postérieur qui était vraiment impressionnant, un cul massif et rebondi qui ressortait derrière elle, tremblant et se balançant à chaque pas qu'elle faisait.
"Please, leave me alone," she whispered, her voice shaking slightly. "You're scaring me." She tried to sound forceful, but it came out as more of a plea than anything else. Nicole took another step back, putting some distance between them, even though it felt like there was nowhere else to go on the crowded beach.
"But you look so good..." he muttered again, his gaze locked on her body. Nicole wanted nothing more than for him to just go away and leave her alone.
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As he continued to stare, Nicole felt a growing sense of panic welling up inside her. She glanced around wildly, searching for anyone who might be able to help or at least distract him. But the beach was crowded with people, and no one seemed to notice their awkward exchange.
Tears welled up in her eyes as she realized that he wasn't going to leave her alone. She felt trapped and vulnerable, wishing she had never left home without her husband today. "Please,"