A thick, metal-studded black belt contrasted against his pants and drew attention to the exposed vee of flesh there. It dragged my gaze downwards, like a pointing neon arrow, driving me to focus on his hidden endowments.
Obscured might be a better way to describe what the pants did to 'hide' his magnificent package. Much like a tightly molded dress does for a woman, his pants did more to emphasize, than hide, what he had underneath.
When I was finally able to stop staring at his c**k, I let my eyes travel back up his shirtless abs and pecks to his beautiful face. His eyes were outlined in black and his blonde hair was tousled and spiked into a delicious fauxhawk.
Foster looked like walking s*x.
His voice only added to the trouble his face and body were already causing my ovaries. I wan
