Koa
You keep telling me to live right
"I know, I'm hideous," Koa says with a dramatic sigh and the tone of a young person who knows he's hot. Already he's pulling off his shirt, damp skin rising into gooseflesh as cotton peels away. His body gleams bronze in the sunlight, a testament to hours of physical training, each muscle devastatingly well defined as they press beneath his skin. Maye he's flexing more than he needs to, maybe there's some sucking in. As long as Flora enjoys the flaunting, who are we to complain?
The splash out of the sea together, fingers intertwined. Stopping as the water reaches their ankles, Koa turns to Flora with a dashing grin. "How would you like to be carried, madame? Piggy back, bridal style, or like a conquest?"
The splash out of the sea together, fingers intertwined. Stopping as the water reaches their ankles, Koa turns to Flora with a dashing grin. "How would you like to be carried, madame? Piggy back, bridal style, or like a conquest?"
You don't gotta pretend, baby, now and then
