I won’t touch your dress shirts. Polos are safe with me. But I’m warning you that I will practically maul you when you wear your favorite, softest t shirts…snaking my hand down the neck, through the arms, and up the bottom to get at every grabbable, pinchable, biteable piece of your flesh that I can reach.
Just for fun.
Ugh. I adore well worn washed soft t-shirts. Especially the way they pull them on and off. I could watch that alllllllllllday.