GM-Incubus

In my Freshman year of college, the first semester, I managed to snag a girlfriend, just my type, fifteen pounds plumper than she should have been at the start of the semester, a chubby-bottomed beauty named Melissa, five foot nothing cutie with a big enough booty to shame a Kardashian, enough fluff at her tummy to set her apart from the classically hot, and breasts to almost fill her A cup. To my pleasant surprise, she had an appetite, a sweet tooth, and an aversion to exercise. Three of my favorite things in a girl, four if you count that round, voluptuous ass, and she had them all in abundance. Our first date was in November, and she told