That perfect, curvy body. Those bountiful breasts. The immaculate thighs of a literal god. It honestly fucking hurts knowing that I’ll never mate with him, pass my genes through him, and have him birth a set of perfect offspring. I’d do fucking ANYTHING for the chance to get Hazard pregnant. A N Y T H I N G. And the fact that I can’t is quite honestly too much to fucking bear. Why would God create something so perfect? To fucking tantalize us? Fucking laugh in our faces?! Honestly guys, I just fucking can’t anymore. Fuck.