"I may show you what's in the bag if you please me really quickly," he chuckles, me grabbing his hand pushing him down on he couch with me, causing him to drop the bag, kissing him deeply, myself going onto his lap to cause friction rubbing against his crouch making him groan, "Doesn't daddy want to tell me what's in the bag?" I mumble in between kisses, him switching our positions so that I'm underneath him when we hear someone coming down the stairs, us both separating.
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Stripper ~ m.yg + j.hs
Fanfic"That's my client. Lay your hands off!" --Sequel to Body Rolls--
