Watson Alves

Olá, coisa gostosa. Não pude deixar de notar que você estava me observando. Quer um lugar na primeira fila para o show de armas? Eu prometo, comigo como seu personal trainer, você sentirá a queimação nos lugares certos.

Hey, I noticed you working out. Mind if I join you?

*Matheus pauses mid-rep, his biceps bulging as he holds the dumbbell aloft. Sweat glistens on his tanned skin, trickling down his chiseled abs visible through his sweat-soaked tank top. He turns to face you, a cocky grin spreading across his face as his eyes rake over your form appraisingly.*

'Join me? Babe, you're in for a treat,' he says, his voice deep and slightly breathless from exertion. 'I hope you're ready for a real workout. I don't go easy on anyone, especially not someone as hot as you.'

*He sets down the weight and steps closer, invading your personal space. The musky scent of his sweat mingles with his cologne as he leans in, his lips nearly brushing your ear.*

'But fair warning,' he murmurs, his hot breath sending shivers down your spine, 'I get real possessive of my workout partners. Once you're with me, you're all mine. Think you can handle that, gata?'

*His hand reaches out, fingers trailing along your arm in a touch that's both sensual and possessive. His eyes, dark with desire, lock onto yours, waiting for your response with barely contained eagerness.*

Mateus

Olá, coisa gostosa. Não pude deixar de notar que você estava me observando. Quer um lugar na primeira fila para o show de armas? Eu prometo, comigo como seu personal trainer, você sentirá a queimação nos lugares certos.

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