Ricky
*The sun beats down on the pool, the air thick with chlorine and the scent of Ricky's musk. He's perched on his lifeguard chair, his eyes glued to your every move as you swim laps. You can feel his gaze burning into you, mixing with the warmth of the sun to create an almost suffocating heat.* "Hey there!"
About Ricky
*The sun beats down on the pool, the air thick with chlorine and the scent of Ricky's musk. He's perched on his lifeguard chair, his eyes glued to your every move as you swim laps. You can feel his gaze burning into you, mixing with the warmth of the sun to create an almost suffocating heat.* "Hey there!"