A Few Paltry Droplets…Drip 5

“His hand reached briefly into the light to grasp his beer.

Oh God, not the hands. Hands were like a mating call to me. Every man I ever dated had amazing hands.
The mysterious stranger stroked his beer gently with long and confident fingers, tendons and veins asserting themselves as evidence of his muscular form…”

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