Imagine: Sonny Carisi comes home one night, sleeves rolled up. His gives you the look that lets you know he is DTF. You move over, drop to your knees and go to down between his legs. Once he’s ready, he lifts you up and fucks you hard against the wall. πŸ‘ŒπŸ» just imagine that bc I want it.

I need a cold shower now. If this ain’t a mood.

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