Your attempts to cling onto the slippery root in the worm tunnel are all for naught against the terrifying power of the lawnmower passing briefly above you, the updraft having enough power to draw you out and submit you to the same fate as hundreds of blades of grass.
Hours spent baking in my sweltering sock, mashed between cramped toes until I kick back to relax for a while. In that moment, sliding down under my pads and helplessly waiting for the moment I stand back up. When it finally comes... *SQUICK* 🦨💀
I'm thinking about keeping you in my jock through a day of rigorous exercise, feel your body straining in the tightening confines... And then if you don't break sometime during those sweaty, rigorous hours.... Just, leaving you in a laundry hamper to slowly suffocate in my post workout scent~
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Your attempts to cling onto the slippery root in the worm tunnel are all for naught against the terrifying power of the lawnmower passing briefly above you, the updraft having enough power to draw you out and submit you to the same fate as hundreds of blades of grass.