Bad Boy Biffy
Sweat streamed down his pale, pasty skin. I dropped my coffee onto the floor, the mug shattered into fragments. In my head a faint voice whispered, "Bad Boy....Bad Boy Biffy" and I felt my asscheeks clench. "You dropped something, hun." "Let me pick up the shards and bounce them seductively on my strong biceps...." ...
Dewasa