| Challenge #167: Pool |
[Jul. 12th, 2010|08:31 am] |
Title: Workout
And the Condom Goes To: The Stockwell Election
The sweat pools enticingly at the base of his throat, and you want to lap at it with your tongue, knowing from experience what an aphrodisiac the taste of his sweat can be.
You can’t stop yourself from reaching out to gently tousle his sweat-darkened hair though, and a huff of indignant air is your reward from the little shit.
“Jesus, Brian!” he is panting and grunting now, his pink tongue pushing up against his pouty bottom lip. “You’ve forced me to come to the fucking gym, now back off!”
Wait until you get his ass in the fucking showers. |
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