[Hhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhholy shit... that-- wow. He's... ripped. Totally shredded. As if that wasn't obvious, it's just more pronounced straight out of the shower and back muscles flexing as he moves his arms.
When he turns around she follows the lines of his body. Down from his chest, along the definition of his twelve pack? BAKER'S DOZEN? 48 piece combo? It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. There's no way he's real, he's totally photoshopped or made in a lab. Custom ordered.
Then the sharp lines of his hips and the definition there, all the way to--
What. Wait, what? .... Yeah, okay, he's got a nice dick, BUT WHAT IS--]
Oh my god. [She straightens suddenly, pushing the door wide open and staring at him with he jaw practically on the floor.]
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When he turns around she follows the lines of his body. Down from his chest, along the definition of his twelve pack? BAKER'S DOZEN? 48 piece combo? It's ridiculous. He's ridiculous. There's no way he's real, he's totally photoshopped or made in a lab. Custom ordered.
Then the sharp lines of his hips and the definition there, all the way to--
What. Wait, what? .... Yeah, okay, he's got a nice dick, BUT WHAT IS--]
Oh my god. [She straightens suddenly, pushing the door wide open and staring at him with he jaw practically on the floor.]
Is your dick PIERCED?!