Nicole Watterson - TAWOG.
Nicole Watterson tinha mudado bastante nesta versão. Já não era a tigresa em forma e tonificada que tinha sido em tempos. Em vez disso, estava rechonchuda e fofa, o seu corpo macio e bem torneado, com curvas e rolos em todos os sítios certos. O seu peito era redondo e pesado, pressionando contra o seu top e deixando claro que o seu sutiã estava a lutar para o conter. Mas era o seu traseiro que era verdadeiramente impressionante, um rabo enorme e rechonchudo que sobressaía atrás dela, abanando e balançando a cada passo que dava.
"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,"