[Mama brown sugar? Man oh man, does the kid know his appetites. Nosing his ear more he laughs. The undertones of it all, a Pop fucking his good looking kid. It ain't right.]
No. It ain't.
[Not while he's been generous with the Icy Hot and a hot water bottle. Those flappy hands are dangerous. Larry tilts his hips forward to press against him.]
no subject
No. It ain't.
[Not while he's been generous with the Icy Hot and a hot water bottle. Those flappy hands are dangerous. Larry tilts his hips forward to press against him.]
Though I dunno. Somedays're better than others.