Ladies, do you like a hairy chest? Not I. I'd rather not get my fingers stuck in the forest when rubbing. [Take that as you please.]
BUT. This has some potential. It gives a hairy chest a whole new meaning. Why not get rid of the hair, and turn them into muscles?!
Hmmm... This gives me a fabulous idea. Get someone wasted, when they pass out, go to work on their chest. I may need a roofie... Or I could do it after a certain someone's birthday celebration this week.
Shhh. It's a secret.
love,
elizabethany
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