He went right for my crotch.
“My god, you’re nearly bare down there.”
I pushed his hand away and replied, “it’s called a wax,” as I tightened the drawstring of my sweats.
“Well, I like bush, so grow it out.”
Hotter words were never spoken.
He went right for my crotch.
“My god, you’re nearly bare down there.”
I pushed his hand away and replied, “it’s called a wax,” as I tightened the drawstring of my sweats.
“Well, I like bush, so grow it out.”
Hotter words were never spoken.