This week I’m having a new bathroom fitted by two hot plumbers/builders/scaffolders(?) I don’t really know what their trade is, but I know the heating goes up every time they arrive. It started with one tweet…
…Then things got a little carried away…
Perhaps it was the sexual tension or perhaps it was the fat joint, but my imagination began spiralling…
Well, I always did find Danielle’s endings a little unrealistic. This is much more likely to happen than him groping my voluptuous tits and spunking on my chin.
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