Chaps?
Hancuffs?
(Furry soft ones)
Oils?
Lotions?
Dare I say...toys?
You really want me started going down this direction? I really don't think you do...I've been very restrained and gentlemanly, but right now I'm teetering on downright dirty...
We don't ease up I may have to go excuse myself...
I still have thoughts of that flat tummy and the last outfit I saw...
I don't know that I need to many mental images in my head...
Bike with just chaps on and shots of Patron off your ass cheeks?
Yeah, dat shits happening, write it down.
"I like my coffee with toast and jelly but I'd rather be lickin' you from your back to your belly
I think that I'm going to" (DMB).
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