Jan 12, 2019
too white too tight
The peak hit about ninety minutes later. Jack was a real help in choosing the right stuff. He felt exactly what he wanted to feel. The combination of inter-connectedness and the loss of mental baggage gave him a feeling like his skin doesn’t limit him anymore, he can just step out of it and step into someone else.
He clenched his jaw and took off his white trousers kicking them into a corner. Standing there in his tight white swimming shorts, shirt completely unbuttoned but one, Finn felt hot and sexy and nobody could deny that. “Now, where’s that bubble bath?”