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Joey in his latest peacock purchases
Joey's a foot flirt, knows what turns a gentleman's head, something youthful but with a distinct athletic promise. His suedes need that casual air of kicked off in the locker room of a member's gym by the entrance to the showers. Or carelessly left on a private bit of secluded river bank on a hot day with some thin worn jeans, a ripped tee shirt, towel, a bottle of sun cream, a half empty bottle of Johnson's baby oil and a well worn BIke jock in off-white. Seemingly, carelessly flung by a chap who's just fancied a bit of skinny dipping and hasn't planned on being disturbed in his naked state that nature has always intended for him. Joey's penchant for expensive suede footwear needs feeding. He is seldom short of subscribers. In fact sometimes, so keen are the Gentlemen to join Joey's list that they offer him the very expensive suede shoes they maybe wearing at the time, if, that is they are Joey's size (44.5). Recently Joey was tempted by an Investment Banker's Louis Vuitton suede Monte Carlo loafers in rich brown with those to-die for: ruthenium-finish LV iconic initials. So keen was the tanned and toned, investment banker that he insisted on placing them on Joey's feet while only wearing his white shower towel. As he grasped Joey's mankle with his still wet and slightly soapy hand and tried to manouevre Joey's 44.5s with elegantly high arches and straight toes into the still warm calf suede lining, the Bankers towel fell away exposing his ardour for Joey's beautifully butch shaped feet. The Banker's grip relaxed, Joey adroitly deployed his boyish 44.5s on a game of teasingly slow foot seduction that had the thrusting young buck's aroused member wrapped (metaphorically speaking) around Joey's big toes. A pair of ice blue and bright red Monte Carlo LV loafers followed in quick but delicious succession.
Joey in his latest peacock purchases
Joey's a foot flirt, knows what turns a gentleman's head, something youthful but with a distinct athletic promise. His suedes need that casual air of kicked off in the locker room of a member's gym by the entrance to the showers. Or carelessly left on a private bit of secluded river bank on a hot day with some thin worn jeans, a ripped tee shirt, towel, a bottle of sun cream, a half empty bottle of Johnson's baby oil and a well worn BIke jock in off-white. Seemingly, carelessly flung by a chap who's just fancied a bit of skinny dipping and hasn't planned on being disturbed in his naked state that nature has always intended for him. Joey's penchant for expensive suede footwear needs feeding. He is seldom short of subscribers. In fact sometimes, so keen are the Gentlemen to join Joey's list that they offer him the very expensive suede shoes they maybe wearing at the time, if, that is they are Joey's size (44.5). Recently Joey was tempted by an Investment Banker's Louis Vuitton suede Monte Carlo loafers in rich brown with those to-die for: ruthenium-finish LV iconic initials. So keen was the tanned and toned, investment banker that he insisted on placing them on Joey's feet while only wearing his white shower towel. As he grasped Joey's mankle with his still wet and slightly soapy hand and tried to manouevre Joey's 44.5s with elegantly high arches and straight toes into the still warm calf suede lining, the Bankers towel fell away exposing his ardour for Joey's beautifully butch shaped feet. The Banker's grip relaxed, Joey adroitly deployed his boyish 44.5s on a game of teasingly slow foot seduction that had the thrusting young buck's aroused member wrapped (metaphorically speaking) around Joey's big toes. A pair of ice blue and bright red Monte Carlo LV loafers followed in quick but delicious succession.