[Oh it's obvious. And he's got several bits of ice floating to make use of. It's all going to come into play one way or the other.
All that talk abut blowing more, it's bravado. It would be nice. The old man would really have to up his game. Some sort of Olympic training. Once at dawn and the real game at night.]
Train. Work our way up. I think we got potential. [His fist goes at it again a few times feeling him grow harder.]
Think I'd see more than feel.
[Another sip of water. Another ice cube between his lips, he fakes like he'll put it on his cockhead and instead leans to trace it down his chest. Nipple first, around the darker flesh then at the center.]
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All that talk abut blowing more, it's bravado. It would be nice. The old man would really have to up his game. Some sort of Olympic training. Once at dawn and the real game at night.]
Train. Work our way up. I think we got potential. [His fist goes at it again a few times feeling him grow harder.]
Think I'd see more than feel.
[Another sip of water. Another ice cube between his lips, he fakes like he'll put it on his cockhead and instead leans to trace it down his chest. Nipple first, around the darker flesh then at the center.]