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Preview of my Next Full Length: Fade Into The Background
🕑 Added 2021-09-13 00:44:35 +0000 UTCHe’s that guy you see in every gym. You know… THAT guy.
The prick that just had to do supersets during the gyms peak hours which means hogging both a squat rack and a bench just so he can do some skull crushers. At least the skull crushers looked like they were paying off. His triceps were marble horse shoes affixed to the back of his arms. In fact his whole body evoked the thought of carved marble. His muscles were meticulously crafted to press the pleasure centers of all those who looked upon him like a finger caressing a prostate. His shoulders were a set of large softballs jutting out of his torso, his chest inflated and solid, but not too exaggerated. You could do several loads of laundry on his abs and it would come out squeaky clean. (Albeit scented with his rich masculine musck, which lets be real, most of you reading this would prefer.) Do you really need me to describe the rest of his body? Well alright. Ass like a pair of cantaloupes (again, shapely, but not exaggerated, quads that could crush skulls, and calves… period. (A lot of guys don’t have them, okay?.)
Yes, Jake was that kind of guy. Most people glared at him for acting like he owned the place from the moment he walked in, but nobody says anything because clearly he’s doing something right. Until one day… someone said something.
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