The Pucking Wrong Date (Pucking Wrong, #3)

by C.R. Jane

I turned away from everyone and undid my pants, pulling off my jock strap and cup and sliding the yellow and purple sock onto my cock, because that obviously had to be done first. Thank fuck it was a proper size. Hercules had to be taken care of.

As I happily munched on my food and sipped my tea, there was one thing I knew for certain…“Grandma Airlines” was the best.