Junie 1844-332-2639 ext 397
I was going about my day like usual. After my run, I slipped off my shoes to air out my sweaty feet. Stretching out on the lawn the way I always do. That’s when I noticed a small blister forming, nothing major, just enough to make me pause and absentmindedly rub my foot, trying to ease the sting.
Nothing particularly exciting.
Then my phone lit up.
Lea 1844-332-2639 Ext. 244
Y’all boys be some freaks, I tell ya. I caught Tre watching me real hard while I hauled my fat ass up the stairmaster at the gym. Now, I was holding on for dear life, pulling myself up that devil machine, just huffin’ and puffin’. Sweating like a whore in service, if you know what I mean but Mama was getting in that cardio.
Tre is a young man with a reputation for being a freaky playa. I tried to ignore his gaze, but when his tongue swiped along his lower lip and he rubbed his hands together, I knew it was on. I shut off that work out machine and trotted my happy ass into the locker room to find out exactly what kinda freaky deaky stuff got Tre off.