You’re rocking the full monty? A fur bikini? A wheezing wildebeest? Well, I’ll be your fucking Hairy Plotter. Hold up.” Duke waddled around in his homemade nonsense and returned quickly with a tube of what looked like lotion. “This here? I used it on my face. Seven minutes and I was slippery like a nipple in oil.

I just want to make sure he’s a good fit for her. She has problems—craps her pants, stuff like that. If she needs help, I want to be there.

His dick was hard as a rock and his heart was as soft as pudding for this girl. She was taking deep, unhurried breaths when he quietly did as she’d told him. “I love you, Dove Glitch.

He felt like he was losing a dream and a friend at the same time.

If you’ll excuse me, I have to pull my date out of the garbage.