Geared up with a baggy pair of jeans, a cap on her head that read ‘Welcome, Motherf*ckers’,
bearded with a fake one, his loose top to cover her upper torso, and laid with her palms rubbing
each other, she waited for him on the bed.

Dressed in a skimpy tight dress that emphasized his manly curves, he strutted his way to bed.

Waiting for the show he planned to pull off for her, for the fun of tonight, she couldn’t help but
laugh at his crazy antics.

Thinking about his own crazy scheme just for the fun of tonight made him laugh. But knowing she
was happy about this, he was motivated to continue this no matter how embarrassing it seems.

She finally saw him with a wig on his head, his dress slit up just a few inches under waist, his
lips covered with red lipstick, and with an ice cream on his hand.

 He started the ice cream provocatively as he watches her drown on her laughter.
With a finger curling his wig, he humped into the floor and crawled his way to her.

She then pulled him by cupping his face, guiding him as he made his way over her.

He then asked her, “How is it?”

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