My first butterfly moment came four years ago. Sirs drove about 70 miles or so to pick me up at school. I was walking down a busy street on a Friday night and met them at a pre-determined intersection. I stoically entered the back seat of their SUV and was immediate given a hood to put on a told to put my hands forth for cuffing. I complied. I spent the next 70 miles face down in Fossil9’s crotch. Legs spread; being felt all over by Fossil9 and occasionally by Toil as he would turn and fondle my manhood at stop lights. My first butterfly moment lasted 70 miles, a trip I’ll never forget.
Happy Holidays to you and those close to you.