Imagine a bratty blonde dog cub.
He's fidgety and more than a little bratty.
He's eating potato chips and thinking he's tough drinking a glass-bottled root beer on your bed.
You've taught him why his thing gets hard. He knows why he likes to be naked now. He knows how to make it feel good. He loves it when it twitches and feels the sensation travel down his body.
He thinks you’re really cool. He’s the brattiest kid on the street but will ever so slightly fanboy when the grown-ups aren’t home and it’s time for you both to strip down.



Life makes sense with Scotti.