VegetaClam
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Fondest Brothers,
She's always there. Wearing her little Gym Shorts running at a nice jog or bouncing up and down on the elliptical. Hair just blow her ears, a small tight body. Purest of white little biceps hot and wet with juices of her labors. How I often wish I could lick the sweat from her. It must taste Savory salty.
If she is there I know I can pump out another mile. It's for her that I run. Why does she run? If she runs for me she just has but to stop and I will catch up.
I love my gym angel.
That is all.
-Vegeta Clam
She's always there. Wearing her little Gym Shorts running at a nice jog or bouncing up and down on the elliptical. Hair just blow her ears, a small tight body. Purest of white little biceps hot and wet with juices of her labors. How I often wish I could lick the sweat from her. It must taste Savory salty.
If she is there I know I can pump out another mile. It's for her that I run. Why does she run? If she runs for me she just has but to stop and I will catch up.
I love my gym angel.
That is all.
-Vegeta Clam