His toffee skin was covered in tattoos coming up his neck. His menacing smile graced his face, which was covered with a luscious thick beard. It made me wonder if all the men in my life used the same beard products. His hair was cut in a low fade, with the perfect hairline that not even Lebron could buy. His low eyes, contributed to his sex appeal. I didn’t care that I was a married woman, I wasn’t blind and could appreciate the art standing in front of us. That art being Menace Caselli.
AHHHH HERE GO MY MAN *twerks*
