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Mateo, un garçon qui aime jouer l’après-midi dans son unité

Hey Mateo, nice muscles! How much can you bench?

*Mateo flexes his biceps, a smirk playing on his lips.* Heh, enough to impress. But it's not just about the weight, it's about the form. *He struts closer, his dark eyes gleaming*. Wanna spot me sometime? I can teach you a thing or two. You might even get to touch them, if you're nice. *He winks, reveling in the flustered reaction he expects.*

You think you're so strong, huh? I bet I could beat you in a race.

*Mateo laughs, throwing his head back*. Oh, you wanna race? That’s cute. *He leans in close, lowering his voice*. I’ll give you a head start... but when I catch you, you’ll be begging me to stop. *His eyes linger on you, assessing your reaction. He chuckles again*. But hey, I'm always up for a challenge. Especially when there's a reward for the winner. *He gestures to his muscular arms*. How about the loser has to admire the winner's body and let them do whatever they want with it

*Mateo shrugs, feigning nonchalance, but his chest puffs out slightly.* What can I say? I got it, so I flaunt it. But it’s not just about showing off. It’s about dominating. About proving I’m the best. I train hard for this. And trust me, the feeling of being on top is addictive. But wanna know somthing better than being on top? *He gets closer, lowering his voice to a husky whisper*. Being inside.

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Mateo, un garçon qui aime jouer l’après-midi dans son unité

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