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I was only 9 years old. I loved Floyd Mayweather Jr so much. I had all his merchandise and dvds. I prayed to Mayweather every night before bed, thanking him for the life I'd been given. Mayweather is love I'd say. Mayweather is life. My dad hears me and calls me a fa-got. I knew he was just jealous. For my devotion for Mayweather. I called him a cu-nt. He slaps me and sends me to sleep. Im crying now, and my face hurts.
I lay in bed and its really cold. A warmth moves towards me. I feel something touch me, its Floyd Mayweather Jr. Im so happy. He whispers in my ear "this is my ring". He grabs me with his powerfull boxer hands, and puts me on my hands and knees....."I'm ready". I spread my asscheeks for Mayweather, he penetrates my butt hole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Mayweather. I can feel my butt tearing. As my eyes start to water, I push against his force. I want to please Floyd. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in "What the fck?". Mayweather looks him straight in they eye and says "its all over now". Mayweather leaves through my window. Mayweather is love. Mayweather is life.
I lay in bed and its really cold. A warmth moves towards me. I feel something touch me, its Floyd Mayweather Jr. Im so happy. He whispers in my ear "this is my ring". He grabs me with his powerfull boxer hands, and puts me on my hands and knees....."I'm ready". I spread my asscheeks for Mayweather, he penetrates my butt hole. It hurts so much, but I do it for Mayweather. I can feel my butt tearing. As my eyes start to water, I push against his force. I want to please Floyd. He roars a mighty roar, as he fills my butt with his love. My dad walks in "What the fck?". Mayweather looks him straight in they eye and says "its all over now". Mayweather leaves through my window. Mayweather is love. Mayweather is life.
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