you re there to hold me like a lonely hooker. you support the losers...or the untended.
thats the job.
you let young schoolboys rest their heads on your steely breasts for free but let the latecomers only grab onto your roof tassels until your off. only if your really being crowded though.
if not. its to the latent green seat with ya. only to wish
for a comfy tug
