Don’t fault me…

Come on, it’s Easter Sunday. You can’t fault me if, after a wonderful rubdown on me, than one by me, then a little food, some lovely music and the beautiful sunlight streaming through that window onto my naked body… you can’t fault me for wanting to stay

right

here

and fall asleep on the couch

naked.

But I won’t. But I’ll enjoy it for 7 more minutes before I get up.

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