Gael

Capoeira stud.

“Sweat glistens off his body. Arms and chest. Forehead and face. But you know what I mean when I say he is hot, this man. He wears wide grey sweatpants that in my mind link to his sport. They’re damp. His thighs and calves are outlined in sweat. His ass, as he turns. He dries his hands on the pockets. And then there are only two things to look at, once I’ve taken in the handsome face and the military buzz and the powerful guns and the chocolate nipples on the cocoa muscle tits of him.”