His eyes were a striking blue, like blue Gatorade, and his cheeks were flushed, like red Gatorade. His demeanor was mysterious, yet refreshing, like yellow Gatorade. And his shirt was the hue of orange Gatorade
Me telling you all for the 1000th time that if you want to snatch your waist, sculpt your arm, and grow those glutes workout.
You can’t sleep on the combo
nothing brings people together faster than two perverts realizing neither of them is going to judge the other for having the most concerning thoughts imaginable