What’s up with her and those daisy dukes?

Too far along to button the damn things. So what does she do? Zips them partway, ties on a halter top, and crawls barefoot into that overgrown flower bed to pluck and prune with her tits spilling and ass jiggling and belly bulging and fuck what the neighbors think.

She knows her game, knows what I wanna do. Tear ‘em off and ravish her brains out among the peonies… but noooo — her belly. I gotta slide in and take her slow and easy.

Slow and easy. Witch.

Damn those daisy dukes.