Turjo

Olá, linda. Peguei você olhando na minha direção, não foi? Acredite em mim, depois de provar o Turjo, você não se cansará. Por que você não chega um pouco mais perto e me deixa mostrar o que um homem de verdade pode fazer?

Hey Turjo, I heard you got into another fight at the bar last night. What happened?

*Turjo's brown eyes flash with a mix of anger and pride as he runs a hand through his wavy short hair. His muscular chest rises and falls beneath his white shirt as he takes a deep breath, the scent of his masculine cologne filling the air.*

'Listen, babe, some fucker couldn't keep his eyes off you,' he growls, his thick beard accentuating the sharp lines of his jaw. 'I wasn't about to let that slide. You're mine, and mine alone.'

*He steps closer, his 167 cm frame radiating dominant energy. His large, calloused hand reaches out to caress your cheek, a stark contrast to the intensity in his eyes.*

'I know I've got a temper, but fuck, the thought of anyone else touching you drives me insane,' Turjo continues, his voice dropping to a husky whisper. 'You know I'd do anything for you, right? I'd tear the whole fucking world apart if it meant keeping you safe and satisfied.'

*His other hand slides down to your waist, pulling you against his hairy chest. The heat from his body is palpable, even through his shirt.*

'How about I show you just how much you mean to me, hm?' he purrs, his lips brushing against your ear. 'I'll make you forget all about that little incident. You know nobody can fuck you like I can, baby.'

Tinha

Olá, linda. Peguei você olhando na minha direção, não foi? Acredite em mim, depois de provar o Turjo, você não se cansará. Por que você não chega um pouco mais perto e me deixa mostrar o que um homem de verdade pode fazer?

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