Just imagine Hunter spraying whip cream in his mouth and attempting to swallow it…
Don’t you ever get sick of being forced to be perfect? I sure as hell am.
Just imagine :
Hunter waking up in the morning with bed head, shirtless and wearing sweatpants just low enough to see the band on his boxers. He walks into the kitchen hugs you around your waist from behind and kisses you on the cheek as you are making breakfast then says in a husky deep morning voice “what’s for breakfast?”