#(jackf)

Laying back against the thin bar of the umbrella, Jack adjusted the spread to cover more shadow as the sun hit harder, an excuse as he magically extended the shadow projected over them. Philip laid over his legs, clad in a tight speed, two sizes too small for his behind to fit, and too bright for other people's eyes to lay on it. Hearing him read at loud, Jack was comfortably listening at first, before he landed one hard loud smack, squeezing the rear as a redening mark began to flow, "sorry, too many people is beginning to think you are a show for their eye's delight."

Tellement beau. Un M2 Black Paint par le talentueux #JackF (french artist) . . . #passionleica from @lcdpix #leicam2

                                           The scattering sadness, your song                                                   my lonely life that has no whereabouts