Image: thick veins snaking their way across the rippling muscles, heavy and full of potent testosterone they swung between his powerful thighs

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by lcvtv1ea6t6r, at 2023-04-23 07:55:49 UTC

As he stood there, with the sunlight cascading over his sculpted hairy muscles, it was as though his body had been carved from the finest marble by a master sculptor. Every bulge and curve was perfectly defined, and every vein stood out prominently against his skin, like delicate lines etched into a work of art., His chest was broad and powerful, with rippling pectoral muscles that bulged outwards, each one begging to be touched and caressed. His abs were like a washboard, with deep, defined grooves that ran down the center of his stomach, leading to a chiseled V that disappeared beneath his waistband., As he flexed his biceps, they bulged outward, thick veins snaking their way across the rippling muscles, pulsing with power. His thighs were like pillars of strength, each one rippling with powerful, bulging muscles that looked capable of crushing anything in their path., And then there was his tool, standing tall and proud, its girth and length a testament to his powerful masculinity. It throbbed with the same intensity as the rest of his body, aching to be touched, to be worshipped by his adoring lover., But perhaps the most awe-inspiring part of his body were his testes, each one the size of a ripe avocado, heavy and full of potent testosterone. They swung between his powerful thighs, a testament to his virility and his power as a man., He stood there, posing without a hint of self-consciousness, his body a work of art that begged to be worshipped, to be adored, and to be taken by the one who truly worshipped him