It only takes a little bit though: like his dry
humping of the air. xx video At
least I won’t have to worry about a bra, or having two sweater cows beating me to death when I go
jogging. Slowly and gently at first, then gradually faster and faster, both of us growing rougher
and more violent. His tits sure are mighty perky in this cold air though, and he doesn’t even think to
cover those up. We’re best friends right? “On the count of three?” I ask him. “Hey…” I whisper back. “Are you two love-birds going to come down and eat or are you gonna play hookie and fuck?”
I guess John didn’t sleep through last night like a baby after all.
