Ewww. I’ve heard about you, bleacher boy, didn’t think you were real. Who would hide under a BLEACHER. Ew. Come here, I’ve got handcuffs in my purse and I’m using em on you. Ew. And you’re getting hogcuffed. Ew. And kicked and left. And my socks. And a cock tease because I’m all sweaty and hot. And I have to practice my splits. And I get of on helpless boys. But ew.