Smoke n’ Stack used to be some real scrawny, starvin’ looking boys.

Its true, you’d be able to see Stack’s ribs even through the shirt. Lookin’ more fragile than a wet paper towel.

But, over the wears they definitely bulked up more..

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One hot ass summer day, Smoke came in the house with a tanktop..

Woo, did your husband look good.. body glistenin’ with sweat, freshly shaved jaw and body..

He had you pinned against the table,pressing on your back… you didnt even remember how you got into this position.

He was so deep, you felt as if you were getting your insides stirred up.. Smoke had a handful on your waist, gripping tightly as he kept his hand around your throat, not squeezing.

His hips easing back and forth out of you, groaning quietly.

“Put cha’ leg up on the counter..”