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He’s got the moves, he’s got the grace, a heartthrob with a charming face. But there’s a twist, a little flaw, that makes him chuckle, makes us draw.
He dances with a flair, a zest, But on his feet, a curious test. For on his fancy feet, He’s wearing socks, a funny beat.
His feet they tap, they kick, they glide, a sight to see, a funny guide. The socks they wiggle, they sway, a dance of their own, a playful play. So subscribe and make it a perfect day!
He walks to the weight with a manly stride, a strong guy flexing, his muscles rippling, his ego wide. With each rep, he flexes and groans, Admiring his biceps, his bulging bones.
He mirrors his form, a sight to behold, A masterpiece of muscle, so strong and bold. He grunts and he strains, a sight to see, As he shapes his body, wild, naked and free.
So next time you’re feeling a little down, Just head to this video and check him out. His flexing and posing will surely inspire, To build your own body, and burning desire.
He stands there, a sight to behold, A muscular marvel, a story untold. His biceps are bulging, his pecs are so tight, He flexes and flexes, from morning to night.
The showerhead sings, a melody sweet, As he poses and strikes, a perfect feat. The soap suds are dancing, a frothy delight, While he admires himself, what a wonderful sight.
He’s got mirror muscles, a reflection so clear, A bodybuilder’s physique, year after year. So next time you’re showering, just think of this guy, And flex your own muscles, and reach for the sky!
And if you have a foot fetish – subscribe now and we’ll make things right!
There once was a fellow, quite the sight, with features so sharp, a dazzling light.
He fed a poor soul, a piss so sweet, oh what a scene, what a conceit.
With careful precision, a straw he’d insert, as if performing a magical expert.
The drinker leaned in, with hopeful eyes, a picture of longing, no need to disguise.
The feeder, so handsome, a heartthrob galore, while the drinker grew weaker, craving more.
A comical duo, like no other seen, a moment of subservience straight from his pee.
He’s got the looks, a heartthrob, no doubt, a model physique, from head to foot.
But oh, what a binge, the sexy sight, of him flaunting and jerking, with all his might.
He finishes the strip, with practiced flair, a macho pose, a cocky stare.
He shows his flacid to unflacid piece, a manly bunch, as if he’s conquered some cosmic hunch.
“Looks like freedom,” he’ll boldly claim, while subs all around just want a taste.
A jerking connoisseur, he’ll proudly boast, because he knows his load can win him any host.
There once was a fellow named Josh, With a physique that would make you say “Oh gosh!”
He struck a bold pose, Beneath water’s fierce hose, but forgot his shower was rather bad.
The torrent roared down with a crash, washing Josh’s abs in a watery splash.
He flexed, oh so proud, as piss splashed the crowd, At the sight of his splashes and dashes.
He lunged with a shriek and a flail, to recapture his perfect wet pose, as all hailed.
Water streamed with speed, leaving Josh, barenaked indeed, Looking like a god, and sexy as hell! SO subscribe or I’ll yell!
One argyle, quite loud, with a diamond, no less, The other, a plain white, in a state of distress.
He moonwalked, he shimmied, with confidence bold, Oblivious to footwear, a story untold.
The ladies and subs all swooned, with hearts beating fast, Ignoring the socks, a fashion faux pas.
The subservient men, in the back, with mouths open wide, Whispered, “Socks, my dear fellow, a style where you should be the judge!”
So subscribe today, let my feet give you the nudge!
Josh, the gym’s Adonis, is a glistening man, Grasped at the cooler, a thirst-quenching plan.
Biceps like boulders, a grunt and a squeeze, Filling a jug became his Hercules feat.
A vein throbbed, a tear formed, then a watery spray. Josh, drenched your face and made you bewildered, learned this day:
True strength isn’t flexing for cameras and praise, but knowing your limits with piss play.
Now subscribe and let’s make it a great day!
There once was a fellow named Josh, Whose face, let’s just say, wasn’t a loss. A smile like sunshine, abs a perfect incline, but to jerk of with strangers, his charm turned quite bad.
He’d ask for the time, with a wink and a sigh, The sub would watch, then nervously smile. “Uh, Master Josh please feed your loaded cream pie.” Now subscribe!
A straight stud appeared, A torso sculpted, perfectly cleared. Of any shirt or clothes, that is, to be precise, Leaving onlookers weak at the knees and in their thighs.
His pecs, like mountains, rose to the sky, And every bicep deserved a standing ovation, by and by. His obliques, a washboard, chiseled and defined, Leaving everyone around him feeling distinctly behind.
The subs all fluttered, their gazes transfixed, While the lady’s arousal hormone’s mixed. Should they admire, or should they get on their knees,
This Adonis in motion, so handsome and sleek. Now sub subscribe because I’m the one you need!