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I met him on a Tuesday and fell in lust straight away. He sent a sexy whistle in my direction and offered a compliment to capture my attention. But it was his body that really did it for me - tall, muscular and so fucking hot.
We met on a remote forest trail on a warm Spring day. I loved the outdoors and spent as much time as I could immersing myself in nature. He had the same philosophy, with a physique obviously moulded from exercise amongst the trees and hills.
I gushed at his beautiful smile and gorgeous big eyes. His sculptured body conveyed a pride in his appearance, with chiselled features and a waist so tiny, but best of all his arms were so strong and masculine. Sure, he might have missed a leg day or two, but those arms! I'd always been a sucker for strong arms and these were the most impressive I'd ever seen.
His forearms bulged in rock-hard formations, leading to a grip that I felt certain could crush a bowling ball. I imagined myself being wrapped up in those arms, captured next to his heart and protected in his embrace.
We converged and my body quivered at his contact. Perhaps it was the time of my cycle, but my soul cried out for his touch and my body was desperate for his. He had courted me for all of ten seconds but I had fallen head over heels.
It was not only his arms that expressed his perfect genes. His cock shared the same muscular appearance - long, hard and impossibly thick - and I knew that I needed to feel it inside of me.