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The Peaks of Having Big Boobs

My grandma never liked hers but I learnt to enjoy mine

Photo by Valeria Boltneva von Pexels

At fifteen years old, a C-Cup close to a D-Cup is quite impressive. With my dark hair and the dark lipsticks, I completed the image of the Lolita — a child-woman on the rise to adulthood. When I was younger, I couldn’t wait until my boobs grew. I carefully noticed every inch I gained on my chest. Growing up, I was…

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