Billie Bob Taylor
"They can't breathe Benedito," I groaned as I stretched my legs around trying to stretch the material of the tights I was wearing.
"What can't breathe?" he raised his left eyebrow as he entered the closet.
"My balls," I frowned, "why can't I just wear normal pants instead of these tights?" I spun around so he could look at the back.
But he seemed to be entranced by my ass in the black tights that almost felt like my second skin. "I think it's beautiful," he grinned then hummed. "Very beautiful."
"Benedito," I reprimanded then flicked his forehead to get him off whatever he was thinking. "Can you please pay attention to the fact my balls are about to turn blue and fall off?"
"Barbie it's the gear. What do you want me to do?" he sighed.
