Faith In Fast Cars - The Format
I can only see you naked,
that’s all you’re good for.
Manhattan by Sara Bareilles
Miss Jackson feat. Lolo- Panic! At The Disco
Blaine laughed softly, pulling back to look down at him. “Or I could see right now.” He slid a hand down his side, pulling his shirt up over his head, before removing his own.
Ashtyn let out a small moan and brought his hands down to the front of Blaine’s pants. “Someone’s pretty eager.”