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EIGHTY THREE

Logan got off the bed, removing his pants and boxers, while I quickly did the same with my clothes and took off my bra and underwear. I sat naked on the bed, staring at the beautiful creature.

Logan stood there all whole naked specimen looking mighty fucking fine. Logan was a living working art, his olive skin so tempting to touch. Every move gave away his strength. Every inch of his body was drool-worthy; his abdomen was a sculpture to perfection as his six-pack popped instantly, giving off the impression that he was reborn once again as a Hawaiian God.

In his past life, he must have been a warrior, strong and loyal. His biceps were the size of my head. For an eighteen-year-old guy, he worked pretty hard to earn those muscles.

But what caught my attention was his cock that sprung. I swallowed hard as my eyes grew wide. I know what I'm getting myself into, but should I wait? His cock was huge, and I didn't think it would fit me.

Logan took something from his wallet that appeared to b
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