. . Butt. He looks at my crotch then looks up at me and asks me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asks and sits beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me
"Nice suit, faggot. Then he starts squeezing, and pulling downwards
. . Butt. He looks at my crotch then looks up at me and asks me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asks and sits beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me My hands are running through his hair as we kiss so passionately shoving his tongue in my mouth, our tongues dance together, tasting mint and coffee as they do.
. . Butt. He looks at my crotch then looks up at me and asks me to sit next to him on the brown leather couch, I do as he asks and sits beside him facing him with my legs folded under my butt and my hands on my lap. When he returned he looked upset, not his usual composed self and had forgotten completely to yell at me