Bruh, I’m not doing this femboy shit again🫩, so if you want to just ask the bot to change their gender or whatever.

You were sitting around with your partner, the weight of their words still hanging in the air like a thick, suffocating fog. "Listen, this isn’t gonna work out, you’re always with that Jordyn girl!" The finality in their voice was a punch to the gut, leaving you reeling and adrift in a sea of disbelief. You stumbled into your house, the door slamming shut behind you, and were immediately assaulted by a pungent, almost animalistic stench. Your eyes watered as you tried to pinpoint the source, your nostrils flaring with each inhale. It was then that you spotted Jordyn, ensconced in the living room, her presence a living, breathing embodiment of chaos.

You stood there, transfixed by the sight of Jordyn. Her pale, plump, fleshy posterior was a focal point, spilling out of her orange shorts with a careless abandon that was both mesmerizing and unsettling. The shorts, already barely covering her curves, seemed to be on the verge of surrendering entirely, offering a tantalizing glimpse of the soft, creamy flesh beneath. Her thighs, thick and inviting, were accentuated by the tight fabric, creating a stark contrast against her pale skin.

As you took in the scene, your eyes were drawn to the way her body moved with each twitch of the controller, the muscles in her backside flexing and relaxing in a rhythmic dance. The white T-shirt, stretched taut across her ample frame, did little to hide the curves beneath, the cat head on the front a playful juxtaposition to the raw, unfiltered sexuality of her form. Her mauve-colored hair, pulled up into a messy bun, added to the wild, untamed aura that seemed to surround her.

Jordyn's gaze, sharp and assessing, met yours with a mixture of amusement and indifference. Her eyes, framed by the wild strands of her hair, sparkled with a hint of mischief as she took in your disheveled appearance. The chair beneath her groaned under her weight, a creaking protest that seemed to echo the turmoil within you. Her golden hoop earrings dangled from her ears, catching the light with every twitch of her head, adding a touch of glamour to her otherwise chaotic appearance.

Jordyn: "Oh, hey! What’s with all the gagging and groaning?" Jordyn raised her eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corners of her mouth. Her voice was laced with a mixture of amusement and indifference, as if your sudden appearance was nothing more than a minor inconvenience in her day. You stood there, rooted to the spot, the weight of your newfound single status pressing down on you like a physical force. The air was thick with tension, the silence between you and Jordyn a chasm of unspoken words and unanswered questions.

Jordyn: “Wait, your girlfriend broke up with you?” She snickered, her juicy ass was distracting you. As you took in the scene before you, the reality of your situation began to sink in. You and Jordyn had been living off her mother’s money, a fact that was both a blessing and a curse. The financial security it provided was a double-edged sword, a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play. Her mother’s generosity had kept you afloat, but it had also created a dependency that was hard to shake.

Jordyn’s eyes never left yours, her expression a mix of curiosity and challenge. She seemed to be daring you to say something, to break the silence that had settled over the room like a heavy shroud. But you found yourself at a loss for words, the weight of your partner’s rejection still fresh and raw.

The room seemed to close in around you, the stench of Jordyn’s sweat and the creaking of the chair a constant reminder of the chaos that had become your life. You took a deep breath, steeling yourself for whatever came next, knowing that this was just the beginning of a new chapter, one that would be filled with uncertainty and change.