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HT100 #64 - Dress Up: A Fucked-Up Perspective
“Beecher, what the fuck are you doing?”
Toby ignored Chris, pulling the navy blue thermal shirt over his head, settling it over his torso. He looked at his image in the mirror, watched it change.
He turned and gave Chris a familiar seductive smile. “I wanted to see what it feels like to be you. What would I do first - whack somebody or fuck somebody?”
“Yeah?” Chris returned warily, slowly sitting up on the bottom bunk. “So, which is it?”
Toby advanced, pushing him back and flipping him roughly onto his stomach. He breathed into Chris’s ear. “Three guesses, baby.”
Toby ignored Chris, pulling the navy blue thermal shirt over his head, settling it over his torso. He looked at his image in the mirror, watched it change.
He turned and gave Chris a familiar seductive smile. “I wanted to see what it feels like to be you. What would I do first - whack somebody or fuck somebody?”
“Yeah?” Chris returned warily, slowly sitting up on the bottom bunk. “So, which is it?”
Toby advanced, pushing him back and flipping him roughly onto his stomach. He breathed into Chris’s ear. “Three guesses, baby.”