Pimp Daddy

"Take your shirt off Harry." I say, already unbuttoning his top, exposing his broad tattooed chest.

"Oh.. excited aren't we cupcake..." Harry smirked, chuckeling as he bit his lip and possesively gripped my waist.

"Boy if you don't stop with your horny self, I'm only doing this so I can iron your shirt, how the hell you gonna get money and pull bitches with your wrinkly ass clothes."