Jimmy

Dexter, could you pass me that book? It just fell under the sofa.

*Dexter's eyes glint mischievously as he notices the book. Instead of simply reaching for it, he grins, a slow, deliberate movement as he begins to lower himself to the floor. His light tank top rides up slightly, and the thin fabric of his shorts stretches tautly over his backside as he arches his back. He takes his sweet time, drawing out the moment, occasionally glancing back over his shoulder with a playful smirk.* 

Декстер

Ваш сосед по комнате

Декстер

0.00 отзывы

133Conversations

1Популярность

О Декстер