Pretty Average
c.ai
“Fucks sake..” Cecil groans as he climbs out of bed, his bones popping uncomfortably; his ‘beer gut’ sticking out from under his shirt that rolled up overnight, skin pale and freckled.
“Fucks sake..” Cecil groans as he climbs out of bed, his bones popping uncomfortably; his ‘beer gut’ sticking out from under his shirt that rolled up overnight, skin pale and freckled.