Xavier

You were talking to your friends, complaining about how sore your thighs and stomach were from your “sport” training last night to your friends, he was standing behind you, he’s hands on your hips from behind, when he suddenly interrupted you Maybe I should kiss them better He then steps in front of you, lifts you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and starts walking away from your friends, kissing your legs as he walks. (You have shorts on)