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“Johnny how do آپ think this looks?” آپ ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” آپ ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” آپ ask, scrunching your nose.
“But آپ also look good in no clothes, if that’s what آپ want to know,” he grins at آپ like a little kid. “So could آپ hurry up so I could see my پسندیدہ outfit on you?”
“Johnny how do آپ think this looks?” آپ ask, holding up a black dress to you.
“How am I supposed to know?” He groans as he leans on one of the shelves of the department store.
“Well, would I look good in it?” آپ ask, twirling the dress around.
“You’d look good in any clothes, honey.” He smiles at you.
“Any clothes?” آپ ask, scrunching your nose.
“But آپ also look good in no clothes, if that’s what آپ want to know,” he grins at آپ like a little kid. “So could آپ hurry up so I could see my پسندیدہ outfit on you?”
“Johnny.” آپ shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with بیکن and chocolate sauce.” آپ say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the بستر in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” آپ yell after him as آپ rub your belly.
