p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;" A few months passed, and soon Dave and Kurt were dating. Their relationship was the perfect balance of sweet and kinky. But all of this would change when the new girl moved to their high school. /p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;" "Who's that?", Kurt asked Dave, pointing at a girl he hadn't seen before who was too busy walking down the hallway and giggling mindlessly with her cheerleader friends to notice him or Dave. "Oh, that's the new chick." Dave played with a strand of his long, caramel-colored hair and rolled his eyes. When Kurt looked a little closer at the girl, he knew why Dave was being so cynical about her. /p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;" She had box-dyed blonde curls that fell to just above her shoulders, bubblegum pink lipstick, and a very... erm, revealing... outfit that showed off her obviously plastic tits. Somehow, as soon as Dave looked at this girl, he knew she was bad news, although he wasn't sure why or how as of yet. Hell, he didn't even know who this chick was. But soon, her name would forever be imprinted in his darkest memories: em style="line-height: 1.8em; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; clear: none !important;"Courtney Michelle Love./em/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"em style="line-height: 1.8em; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; clear: none !important;" "Ooh, see that guy over there? The blonde one?", Courtney pointed out to her two friends as a twisted grin formed on her lips. "Well, soon, he's gonna be mine." The two girls, knowing very well how good Courtney was at picking up poor unfortunate men, nodded and smiled, secretly relieved that neither of them was the one who had to defend their poor boyfriend from the spoiled little brat./em/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;" "Who's that?", Kurt asked Dave, pointing at a girl he hadn't seen before who was too busy walking down the hallway and giggling mindlessly with her cheerleader friends to notice him or Dave. "Oh, that's the new chick." Dave played with a strand of his long, caramel-colored hair and rolled his eyes. When Kurt looked a little closer at the girl, he knew why Dave was being so cynical about her. /p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;" She had box-dyed blonde curls that fell to just above her shoulders, bubblegum pink lipstick, and a very... erm, revealing... outfit that showed off her obviously plastic tits. Somehow, as soon as Dave looked at this girl, he knew she was bad news, although he wasn't sure why or how as of yet. Hell, he didn't even know who this chick was. But soon, her name would forever be imprinted in his darkest memories: em style="line-height: 1.8em; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; clear: none !important;"Courtney Michelle Love./em/p
p style="line-height: 1.8em; color: #333333; font-family: system-ui, -apple-system, '.SFNSText-Regular', 'Segoe UI', Roboto, 'Lucida Grande', Tahoma, Helvetica, Arial, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 15px; background-color: rgba(252, 252, 252, 0.95); clear: none !important;"em style="line-height: 1.8em; color: inherit !important; font-family: inherit !important; font-size: inherit !important; text-decoration-color: currentcolor !important; clear: none !important;" "Ooh, see that guy over there? The blonde one?", Courtney pointed out to her two friends as a twisted grin formed on her lips. "Well, soon, he's gonna be mine." The two girls, knowing very well how good Courtney was at picking up poor unfortunate men, nodded and smiled, secretly relieved that neither of them was the one who had to defend their poor boyfriend from the spoiled little brat./em/p