I was smashing through some cardio on the treadmill when I started to feel someone watching me. I ran my tongue down the back of his shaft sending a shiver of pleasure down his spine. So masculine and rugged, leaving me wanting to bury my face in them… inhaling the musk created from a hard day at work. My fag mind was racing, wondering how big it would be hard let alone the soft monster that I was drooling over. Looking up at his face, I could see his head tilted back with his eyes closed. He let me go to town on his cock, flexing both arms above his head to assert his dominance… a level of masculinity I could never achieve. Not that I would be confident enough to approach anyone.
Gwen. Age: 28.
As I turn around I see this huge guy lifting weights looking straight at me.
Ava. Age: 29.
See, that’s what the app is perfect for.
Before I had chance to reply he said. As he slowly unzips his suit pants, I get extremely excited. Your muscular body contoured by your salt and pepper chest hair was perfect, I tried desperately not to stare for too long due to fear of what you might say if you caught me.