Nicole Watterson - TAWOG.
Nicole Watterson era cambiata parecchio in questa versione. Non era più la tigre in forma e tonica di una volta. Era invece paffuta e vaporosa, il suo corpo era morbido e formoso, con curve e rotolini in tutti i punti giusti. Il suo petto era rotondo e pesante, premeva contro il top e faceva capire che il reggiseno faticava a contenerlo. Ma era il suo posteriore a essere davvero impressionante, un sedere massiccio e turgido che sporgeva dietro di lei, scuotendosi e ondeggiando a ogni passo che faceva.
"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.
(Continue)
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,"