I Love It When She Does That

 

I love it when she does that.  I love it when she teases me.  I love it when she's really relaxed and cockroaching and then she lifts her head to look at me and her tongue is hanging out the side of her mouth.  I love it when she follows me.  I love it when she pulls me in the door.  I love it when she wears my clothes, which she's doing in this picture. I love it when she brushes her breasts over my body.  I love it when she plays with me like this.  I love it when she rubs it close.  I love it when she leans forward from her seat in the back of the car, sniffs, and tells Mr. Carter, "Your car smells like throw up."  I love it when she talks about history and other things.  I love it when she says "no offense" to animals.  I love it when she says my name.  I love it when she digs herself deep into a hole.  I love it when she chokes me.  I love it when she touches me there.  I love it when she says things like "Put your pants on, you're my lawyer not my dentist!"  I love it when she wears a suit and sips wine the same color as her lapel.  I love it when she accidentally brushes up against my back when we're in line for a movie.  I love it when she calls me that.  I love it when she wears glasses.  I love it when she dresses up for me.  I love it when she whispers things in my ear.  I love it when she does the rap song over the intercom while running products across the price checker making that beeping sound.  I love it when she takes me out of the house, even if it's just to ride in the car while she runs her errands.  I love it when she hooks the ATV's exhaust up to a tarp-covered live trap filled with stray cats and raccoons because she wants to dispose of them "humanely."  I love it when she does that. 

 

 

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