He stood before me, bulging with muscle, veins tracing wide across each limb. His pecs, his biceps, his thighs, just begging to be touched and caressed. I wanted to feel the hard, sculpted body beneath my fingertips, to surrender to his strength, to ignite passion as his body pressed into me. I felt his desire burning through us both and knew I had to have him.
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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.