01-23-2016, 04:42 AM
A subtle notion of suspecting Will was crushed under the prospect of post-fucking feeding. He got cock, he got a relationship that he enjoyed, and he got food that he didn't feel guilty taking since he made the money. "Mint chocolate chip, red velvet, mocha, cookies and cream, french vanilla, cinnamon, butterscotch..." Steve stopped daydreaming to realize how demanding he sounded. "N-Not all at once or anything, just for example."
Steve rebounded from his own awkwardness by getting a lecherous handful of Will's surprisingly firm and hand-filling bottom. "If I had to pick, then mint chocolate chip. That'd be nice. By God, you're gonna turn me into a mountain of baby belly, buddy."
Steve rebounded from his own awkwardness by getting a lecherous handful of Will's surprisingly firm and hand-filling bottom. "If I had to pick, then mint chocolate chip. That'd be nice. By God, you're gonna turn me into a mountain of baby belly, buddy."