My jaw dropped when I saw the hairy, tanned stud sitting by the pool, nursing a beer like he owned the place. Bearded and covered with a thick pelt that covered nearly every inch of his body, a gold chain draped upon his manly, hairy pecs, the man oozed testosterone. Normally, I’d be all over a dude like him, offering up my willing body for his pleasure. Sadly, the stud wasn’t there for me. He was there for my mom.
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