[ finch pulls his shirt up over his head--chest thin and tattooed like his arms, both nipples pierced--then pushes his shorts down his hips, kicking them off, leaving him just in the thigh-high boots and thin stockings beneath and a pair of lacy boy-short panties.
he smiles again, then, sharp and hungry, crooking a finger. ]
C'mere, baby. I'll play whatever game you wanna' play. I'm real agreeable.
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he smiles again, then, sharp and hungry, crooking a finger. ]
C'mere, baby. I'll play whatever game you wanna' play. I'm real agreeable.