There's something about the changing of the seasons that gets me thinking of skin on skin. Shedding layers, sweaty body on sweaty body, cool showers, cold beers and hot fucking.
Quite frankly, sometimes it's too hot to fuck. It is on those occasions that we can take a moment to step back and appreciate the curves, textures and idiosyncrasies of the people we're generally rubbing ourselves against. Sometimes, the naked person you're three feet away from looks like the softest, cuddliest, most wonderful place to be in the world. And then suddenly... it doesn't seem so hot. Let's fuck!
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| No, the BOTTOM shelf. |
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| Has anything ever looked more inviting? |
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| Yes, that is where you go. |
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| Rye can confirm, I do this at least ten times a day. Just to say hello. |
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| I mean, who wouldn't want to play with that thing? |
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| I would like to take a nap in the curve of her collarbone. And then probably have her go down on me. |
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| Rye should get used to a lot more of this for the rest of the summer. |
Stay cool, perverts!
Oh, good lord, #2. I'm just gonna stare at it for a good while, don't mind me.
ReplyDeleteI agree with Wife, #2!!! I could go for some of that right now...
ReplyDeleteI like #4 as well. It is indeed like she's shaking him to say hello.
Yeah, #2 is for REAL. That tight little ass could bend to get me anything, always. Mmm.
ReplyDeleteOh, and you haven't heard of the cockshake? It's the only form of introduction we do in NY anymore. Wait until you see the kiss goodnight!
-Rye