Soft Core by Brittany Newell

 

"My favorite dancer was a girl named Harmony. She liked to bake and brought us gluten-free treats in Tupperware containers. Harmony wants us thick! we cried, mouths full of coffee cake. Though she'd been dancing forever, she wasn't part of any clique. She had a wide, dimpled ass and, I swear to God, the most beautiful pussy I've ever seen. I kept looking, discreetly, for someone to rival her, but none held a candle to our Harmony's."