Page 339 (1/2)

Yeah, just to ht Mason Kane, I'antic 12-inch cock The one that Playboy called the foot-long gift fros, its the first thing people glance at when they knoho I a me for the first time

Seriously, I shit you not People I've never met before—male and female—will shake my hand as per protocol and their eyes will try to pass briefly over e, and how it continues, and they'll forget all the rules about staring and their eyes will go wide

The woetclothes Some of them succeed; I ht? Not that I really need a doctor, to be quite perfectly honest I'm like the pinnacle of human evolution

I stand fucking 6' 3" tall I've got broad fucking shoulders and a cut fucking body with defined pecs and a set of 8-pack abs that ripple with enough power to make any man feel inadequate My eyes are cobalt blue and they penetrate deep into your soul when I look at you

But you're not noticing all of this if we're in a rooether

Just like Stacy, you'd be salivating as I took off my shirt and showed you my ripped body Your eyes would look over my defined pecs and 8-pack abs Seriously, you probably haven't seen that uys that they have on the covers of other books don't have 8-packs You gotta train hard to get it And that's what I do My body is a te

Yeah, Gorgeous, your panties would be fucking wet and you'd be taking them off

In fact, why don't you just take ht now?

I fucking guarantee you that it will save you the effort later You won't have to do laundry on another pair

You o so read; you knohat I mean?

Get that fucking vibrator out and get ready, because this shit is about to get real My 8-pack abs are about to start caressing your body as I start fucking kissing your neck

The party is about to start, so fucking feed your faet in bed

Don't say I didn't warn you

Although, I don't think I need to warn you

I know you'd have a bitour interview