His washboard abs, hulking biceps, and tight ass were all I wanted and needed. I’d fantasize about stroking those muscles and feeling them tense beneath my fingertips. I wanted to explore all his hidden male parts and make them my own. These selfies were my “muscle gods” and I was determined to make them all mine.
Browsing: #MuscleGods
The sun gleamed down on the Mediterranean Sea, setting a magical scene as I stood amongst the hustle and bustle of the beach in Tel-Aviv. With eyes of lust, I scoured the golden shoreline until I found them; muscle gods, hot and ready. Like gladiators they commanded the beach, and I knew I had to taste the nectar of a thousand sweaty dreams. Those bronzed and ripped figures seemed like a ticket to pleasures beyond my wildest fantasies. I wanted to be theirs…and so I did.