Jesus, his thighs are like gods damn tree trunks. My eyes traveled up to his arms that were straining against the sleeves of his t-shirt. Those are also like tree trunks, younger trees, but still. Maybe he's part tree. I bet his cock... "Faris, are you paying attention?" Cam asked, startling me out of my thoughts. "Oh, yeah, of course," I laughed like he was being ridiculous. "What did I say then?" he asked pointedly. "That your grandfather was a tree?" Bram snorted beside me while Cam just looked at me like he didn't know what to say.
