11-07-2016, 10:35 PM
Treyvon stood his tall macular body over a stove frying pork fritters. He had some white gravy ready to dip them in. He smilled at his little pet. He couldnt help but smile when he saw his belly and all its splendor. He just wanted to reach over and stroke it. As he pulled the meat out and set it on a sheet pan with a towle to drain he smiled at his pet and called his name. "Oh saaaaaam." He cooed sweetly. He loved the way his pet looked at him.