Boulders mountains of butt fat quake on your tiny limp frame. You can taste the saltiness in his sweat. This blonde titan doesn’t know the pain he is causing you.
Suddenly, Rhys begins to ascend skyward, and you seem to be along for the ride. Even though it was only a short while, Rhys’s sweaty glutes, has adhered you to the back of his footy shorts.
You cough and splutter as your lungs begin to fill with fresh air. The sudden expansion of them pains you after Rhys’s moons had compressed your airway.
‘Quick, what do I do now?’ You think to yourself. ‘I have to do something before he leaves the building. I don’t fancy falling off Rhys while on a blazing pathway beyond the 2 sliding doors. Or even worse, or on the lush lawn outside. It’s sure to be filled with lots of bugs. That wouldn’t mind you as a snack.’ Shivers are sent down your spine at the thought.
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