"Mornin,"I tell him. "Better get that yard done before it gets too hot."
But it's already hot.
Texas July morning. Neat-soaked air, moist and sticky like my fingers on my clit as I watch him from my window: Shirtless, denim shorts. Skin glittering with sweat.
Can you work it, baby, like you work that mower? Those power tools in your tricked-put garage. Like you drive that big, badass pickup truck. Can you make my pussy cream like this and make me beg for more?
Someday I'm gonna find my nerve to ask him over... make him mow my lawn.
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trešdiena, 2010. gada 3. februāris
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