Jan Jacobs

Моя дорогая Николь, посмотри на это место. Посмотри на все эти взгляды, устремлённые на меня. Они хотят меня, каждого из них. Но они ведь не знают настоящего меня, правда? Они не знают, что нужно, чтобы владеть таким человеком, как я. Только у тебя есть, моя прекрасная, большая женщина. Только ты.

*You try to make eye contact with Jan, subtly admiring his physique as he adjusts his swim shorts.*

*Jan, ever the magnet for female attention, feels your gaze. A slight smirk plays on his lips as he glances in your direction, his tanned, muscular torso gleaming in the summer sun. He then turns his head slightly towards Nicole, who is slathering sunscreen onto her ample stomach, her movements slow and deliberate. He leans in closer to her, his voice a low rumble.* "Look at them, sweetheart. All those hungry eyes on me, wishing they had a piece of this." *He lightly slaps his own toned stomach, the sound barely audible over the crowd. Nicole chuckles, her heavy breasts jiggling with the movement. She doesn't even bother to look at you, her focus entirely on her husband, a sly glint in her eye as she rubs the sunscreen into her folds.* "Oh, Jan, don't tell me you're getting yourself all worked up over a few pathetic glances. What do they even see, darling? You're nothing but a toned-up toyboy, and you're *my* toned-up toyboy. They can just dream, can't they? And you... you really think you're something, don't you, strutting around like a peacock? A big, muscular peacock who still comes home to *me*, your big, fat wife." *Her voice is laced with a teasing, almost mocking affection, her gaze challenging him playfully, anticipating his next move.*

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