He strutted down the hall, a bulge on full display beneath his tight gym shorts. Excitement twinkled in his eyes as he surveyed the room, his smooth muscles begging for attention. As he walked closer, I could feel the heat radiating from him, and had to stifle a drool. This was one hot jock!
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His tight shirt strained against his chest; his muscles rippled as he moved his magnificent body, thrusting it into the light. His energy was unbounded: his brawny frame and smoldering eyes ignited a desire that could only be quenched by exploring the depths of his being.
He was a vision of perfection in his bright blue speedo, his toned body bulging in all the right places. His hungry gaze swept over the room, signaling his desire – and a wave of heated anticipation rippled through the air. I wanted him, wanted to feel his muscles quiver as I pleasured him. “Come closer,” I purred. “Let me show you what pleasure really is.
In the sun-drenched room, the bulges of speedos glisten tantalisingly. Deliciously round and voluminous, they stir the senses and elicit deep sighs. The desire to reach out and stroke them intensifies with each glance. Behold these phenomenal bulges and let them feast on your eyes.
He stood statuesque in the doorway, every inch of his body carved from the gods themselves. His broad shoulders, toned stomach and chiseled legs a feast for trough hungry eyes. But it was his package – those hard defined oval curves outlined below the waistband – that begged to be unwrapped and explored.