You really are still a psycho bitch!” I branded her, glancing back at her with my arms out. “Damn it, Miranda! “I can at least return the favor to my sane bitch girlfriend,” she mentioned before she began eating me out. “I know I am, Hannah, but it doesn’t change the way I feel about you,” she told me, getting up onto her feet. “I don’t want to be a cunt, I just want to be your psycho bitch.”
“You are not a cunt, Miranda,” I informed her, getting off the car. “I guess I bring out the ‘psycho bitch’ in lovely ladies,” she moaned, vibrating a bit. She brought it up to her face and smooched it for a moment. “I’ve also kissed you more times than all of them combined. I climbed up onto the car with her and kissed her. You are freaking me out now.”
She took a deep breath. Now I’m gonna go,” I told her before I turned around. “You are pleading to me not to break up with you as I’ve never
