[Idia’s starting to sound way too at ease now. Floyd puffs his cheeks when he hears that grumble in particular, though it’s not enough to dissuade him. Just means he’ll have to pull out the big artillery.
Literally.]
Fine.
[he huffs before scooting over and reaching for something in his side table drawer. He’s still able to keep his more sensitive bits covered… though there is a brief glimpse of a leather strap hugging the curve of his ass.]
1/2
Literally.]
Fine.
[he huffs before scooting over and reaching for something in his side table drawer. He’s still able to keep his more sensitive bits covered… though there is a brief glimpse of a leather strap hugging the curve of his ass.]
I’ll make you say it.