Every sweaty breathe that oozes out of the mouth of this fuckin grown-ape-man makes me wish I had tried harder in life.

Its almost like I can taste the salt of the sweat running off the top of his tan, ape skin head, and lick it up, just to feel stupid for fun.

If I saw him in an elevator, I would charge the carriage before the door closes, let it move up a bit, then hit the emergency stop, and try to undo his zipper so that I can suck the sweat off of the bottom of his tan balls, just to make him cum in a weird way, and change his emotions.