WARNING: THIS WEEK'S SIX CONTAINS ADULT SITUATIONS AND LANGUAGE
This week's six comes from my smoking hot new short story, DADDY HOTTEST.
There he was, in the flesh and mowing the lawn. April had turned unseasonably hot, and so had he. As many times as I fantasized about the guy, I hadn’t truly remembered every nuance of the fucking sexuality that dripped off him like the sweat rivulets rolling down his bare, chiseled torso. The ass of my dreams twitched in tight denims as he pushed the mower away from me. Studying, yeah--that's what I was here for. Surveying his fuckable body didn’t count.
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