I don’t know about you, but I wouldn’t be too focused on his guitar playing. His thighs are probably the only thing my eyes would look at.
His sultry stare is all that’s needed for you to desperately give in to your wanton desires. I’m betting that all you want to do is to climb into his lap, peppering kisses across his handsome jawline as your hands heatedly stroke and squeeze his thick thighs. I know you want him to throw his head back while you inch closer to the surprise that awaits you, and oh I’m betting, that you’d very much like to hit the jackpot.