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His speedo outlined a package with remarkable definition, teasing with a hint of what was hidden beneath the thin layers of fabric. I longed to graze my fingers over his bulging contours, tracing the firmness and exploring the beauty of his desire.

The wet denim clung to their thighs like sheets of taut silk, each every fiber of fabric woven with the promise of an intimate encounter. Their bulging cargoes begged to be touched, to be stroked by inquisitive hands eager to map out their masculine contours. These sweaty studs had been squeezed into the tightest jeans, as if they were inviting a night of exploration.

His jock was like an unlocked door waiting to be explored. I took my time, slipping my hands beneath the fabric and feeling the heat of his desire against my fingertips. With each gentle touch and kiss, I felt myself unlocking more and more of his hidden desires, until I could feel him quivering with pleasure. His jock was my key to pleasure.