for us.
Nothing left for the imagination
On the contrary, it would have been utterly real, tantalisingly concealed underneath the thinnest of fabrics, its contours perhaps showing through his shorts whilst stretching for a wayward pass from Theo.
Can you imagine the thrills? But all of that, taken from us, in a careless moment of dressing room high-jinks
It's not going to happen, is it?
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