It's official: I want to fuck Paul Smith.
Yes, yes, I know he's the lead singer in a band
, and he's a bit scrawny, and he's probably far too young for me, but I've decided I will overlook these factors on this occasion.
You see, someone who can wear tight, white
, fitted trousers -
a) that make his crotch and arse look fantastic
b) leaves me certain
he has no underwear on, and
c) can do the splits in mid-air and not
rip his jeans
- deserves to have his balls lovingly sucked and fondled, I think.
Even if they are very sweaty from prancing about the stage all night.