There are not enough buttcheeks in my life.
There are imposter buttcheeks.
False fannies shrouded in puritanical cloaks of denim and gabardine .
The mind is rapt with wrapped round rippling rumps walking away.
A hand outstretched, “Booty meat won’t you meet me halfway?”
Time tick-tocks as the buttocks pass before me.
Maximum gluttony for gluteus maximus.
The end.
anybody up for a roadtrip..~?
“C’mon, class! We’re on the road to discovery!”
Leaving the confines of Komoriya High, Professor Raven decided it was best to tug his students along in a less-than-approved trip in the enlightenment of one of the best businesses to date. Of course, he had to assign a few ‘labs’ beforehand to prepare them. You know— things like fake IDs since most were underage and a few deposits of yen to handle tips when they arrive to their secret destination.
Talk about taking advantage of the system.
A gentle shove was given to the doors infront of him, allowing all that decided to tag along to see where he had brought his captives too.
“Welcome, kids, to the strip club~!”
