Mar 20, 2018
"You know, I’m starting to think that you’re the one shoving chicken bones into the pipeline. I’m here every Friday to fix the sink, and still, after five weeks, you haven’t asked me to stay one night and have something to eat.” Erick said with a smirk, his body sweating after fixing some stuff at the older man’s house for a few hours, the white tank almost translucent, showing just the perfect amount of body hair, and the size of those nipples.
“So, will you tell me again it was your son who decided to dump the chicken in the sink? Or will you finally accept that you like having me bending over for you?”