Pity it’s headless, but what a perfect body selfshot

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She was having what I couldn’t. Sure, Matty looked at my breasts, my ass, told me I was beautiful nearly every day, I passed most of it off as brotherly love combined with a natural male reaction to the absurd size of my breasts, and the impossible circumference of my ass. I was a freak of nature.

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