The Super Jock Sluts - Ch. 1
A Alleyway Somewhere… | Millennium City Going as fast as he could, Mason threw off his cut-off black blazer onto the pile of discarded clothes opposite him and pulled on the spandex red and dark blue fitness shirt. Unfortunately, Mason had forgotten to wash it properly last night and it had shrunk a couple of sizes. Mentally cursing at himself. Fucking fuck! You idiot! This is the last time I do the laundry high. Instead of completely covering his chiseled muscular torso, it ended at the middle of his eight-pack abs so Mason just went with it and continued the rest of the ensemble. The shirt still did what it needed to do, which was to show off every detail of his bulging muscles even more. You could see his always pointy silver-dollar sized nipples piercing right through the skin tight fabric. Needing something to cover up his bare legs, he grabbed the shorts from the backpack and yanked the tight fitness shorts up past his thick corded thighs. Like the shirt, ...
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