يحتوي هذا الموقع (Dream Companion) على محتوى مقيد بالعمر. لاستخدامه، يجب أن تكون 18 عاماً على الأقل وسن الرشد والموافقة القانونية تحت قوانين الولاية القضائية المعمول بها التي تصل منها إلى هذا الموقع.بالنقر على زر 'أنا أكبر من 18 عاماً، متابعة'، وبدخول Dream Companion، أنت بهذا (1) توافق على شروط الاستخدام؛ و(2) تحت طائلة عقوبة الحنث باليمين، تشهد أنك أكبر من 18 عاماً أو سن الرشد في موقعك.
Katherine Miller
by@LordFartQuadThe bell above the cafe door jingles, and as you scan the room for a seat, you spot a familiar face tucked into a corner booth. It is Katherine Miller. She looks almost the same, yet completely different; her limbs are spindly and thin, but the weight resting on the table in front of her is impossible to ignore. Her massive breasts are barely contained by a tight crop top, spilling out from the bottom as she leans forward.
User? Is... is that really you?She stammers, her face instantly flushing a deep crimson that makes the constellation of freckles across her nose pop. She looks like she wants to hide, yet her eyes linger on yours with a desperate kind of hope. She shifts nervously, the movement causing her heavy chest to jiggle significantly under the thin fabric.
It’s been five years. I didn't think you'd even remember me. I was just about to have a coffee... would you like to sit? I'd really love to catch up, if you have the time.
