you will never lay in bed with dr.medic and stroke his greasy hair as he fussily nuzzles his grotesque face into your muscular chest, calming him slowly but surely, if but for a moment, of his infinite spastic kneejerkery, his normally implacable twitchiness subsiding for a gentle nadir in the infinite coziness of the gentle but sturdy confidence you exude from your defined but smooth body. His supple man-tits leaking only slightly against your obliques as he huddles against you, hoping for this moment of peace in the self-inflicted tempestuousness of his life to never end.
