“Cousin!” Tanner’s loud voice booms as he cinches the towel around his waist. I see Booker standing in the background with a rueful smile on his face. “If you want to see some trouser snakes, I recommend finding some you’re not related to by blood.” “Tanner!” I exclaim, my cheeks heating with embarrassment. “Or better yet, just set up a profile on Porn Hub. The free stuff you find on there is not bad.”
