Manicured fingers strained against too tight spandex jogging shorts, worming their way impatiently into smooth, yielding flesh . . .
"Touch James without my permission and I will cut those titular titties right off."
The surprise forced out of me, in order, the sound of a dying chipmunk, more pee than I'm willing to admit and finally, an eighth of an ounce of the dankest indica sativa hybrid I have ever had the honor of hiding in my snatch.
"You bitch! I thought you were Spoole perving out on me again!".
I petulantly over enunciated as I hastily pulled my shorts back up and dropped to my knees toward the toilette.
"Are you sure you want to come out of the gate ripping off Broad City?"
Elyse was wearing exactly the tee shirt that, according to James, he had been looking for
"Not ten minutes ago!".
lol
I had recommended against the pajama bottoms but what do I know about color theory, I went to The Corcoran school of art, Elyse.
It's a school where they teach you art, Elyse.
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