10eight:110 in the desert was typical, but we had never gotten used to it.“I hate this shit…too fuck
10eight:110 in the desert was typical, but we had never gotten used to it.“I hate this shit…too fucking hot.”When I looked over Branson had already fished out a sweaty, low hanging, nut sac through his fly.“What the fuck dude, put that up,” I said to him, laughing. “No way man, I gotta let ‘em air out, these little guys are boiling,” he said.I paused for a second. “I wouldn’t call them little,” I said, pawing at my own overheated crotch.“Yeah?,” he said and shifted in his seat, flaunting the thick pipe filling his pants, “you should see the rest.” -- source link