Belle Vue
The sound of hooting filled the room.
Tilting his chin with his finger, Gary simpered. “Don’t tell me, Mr. Stud-Muffin, she’d been searching for you all her life. She likes Greek slap heads with hairy butts, hey brudder?”
Catching the instant change in Paul’s expression, Alex groaned then stepped in quickly. “More than carrot tops with small willies.”
“I think the term is hung-like-a-stallion,” Gary said, in his broadest Aussie twang. “Here, let me show you.”
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