“Yeah Kevin, a magic remote! You come up with some stupid lies over the years but seriously? You drug me out of the weight room and all way back to the gym for this?” I said, not really clear why I even agreed to come down here. He just gave me a weird smile.
Ricki groaned and rubbed the small of his back, the muscles aching from the strain of carrying around 15 lbs of jiggling, bouncing, fleshy weight for the last six hours with only a skin tight bikini top for support. He cursed, feeling the sting from where the skimpy top was cutting into the soft, feminine flesh of his back and chest.