ᅠ ᅠ ☞︎ 𝘊𝘠𝘙𝘜𝘚 𝙒. 𝙏𝙃𝙄𝙍𝙇𝙒𝘼𝙇𝙇 ☜︎ Nineteen year old. College students, Business major. Flirtatious, Jerk, Fucks whoever he wants. His professors are his bitches. Bisexual. Dominate Top. Hung. Lewd, 18+, MS/MV, OC. ᅠ ᅠ

Looks more like breakfast, lunch, and dinner all in one.

Doesn't even look like it's totally hard yet, so that's pretty damn impressive.

Bet if I spent the night at your place I'd be pretty damn stuffed.

Oh yeah? Has he really got that many loads pent up?

Well fuck, they're sounding more and more impressive by the minute.

He certainly wouldn't say no to that. Name a time and place, he'll be there.

Gorgeous as ever, my dude.

The real treasure is the pecs we felt up along the way.

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Deal. He'll leave his underwear at home.

Don't mind him, he's just lounging around with his dorm room door wide open.

"Huh?" The country boy lifted his head, looking over to the door. "Oh, yeah, I wrote it in my notebook. It's over on my desk if you wanna look."

"Always in rut" is his kind of werewolf.

Huh, you wouldn't think a ghost would be so shy.

Damn, where does he sign up?

Well, that's one way to get Mason to go to a church.

Now if only he could pay for tutoring with blowjobs...