look at that background.
look at his skin.
look at how his pecs sit.
look at his nipples.
look at me.
i’m horny.

lowkey: i bet his meat tastes like hawaiian punch.

the meat looks skrongs!
he could lower the jeans a little further.
i’m just saying…

imagine cuddling in those big arms,
listening to jazz,
candles burning,
in a warm bath,
while you both talk about nothing.
looking at the dancing on the walls.
meditating.
soaking.
detoxing.
being grateful for each other.
taking just a moment out our busy schedules for “us” time.
“do not disturb” on all devices.
give us a minute.
dammit.
yeah im a sucker for that romantic shit.

x detox bath for 1 tonight?

“you better call tyyyyyronnneeee…”
yeah sowhats his number?…
no seriously,
whats tyrone’s number?
i want this meat…
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i feel like role playing tonight.
put the mask on daddy and tack…..
*lands on bed with him on top*
…le me.

well hello…
who is this?
i’m getting the vibe pre baller wolf.