As you slowly walk into the dark candle lit room, there he is, strewn across the rose-silk colored bed. His bronze chest gleams with beads of sweat from the long day’s work. Each bead rolls down his well-toned pecs to his washboard abs. He lies there in wait; tantalizing you to walk over to him and rip off his form-fitting blue jeans that barely contains the gift inside. Walking...
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