I will peruse these images at my leisure. If it tickles your fancy I may display these images for general viewing. The image which has angered my loins the most consistently and with the greatest intensity will win. What, may you ask are you winning? The greatest prize of all. My desire. And the knowledge that somewhere in the rarefied airs of Cupertino, I am reclining backwards in my Pininfarina Aresline Xten chair, the thought of your image wafting throughout my mind, both of my hands milking my member (yes it is large enough that I require the use of both hands to fully envelop my muscular flesh rocket), until the aural sensation of tickling your inner walls becomes unbearable and I eject from deep within my existence, a mass of liquid love, eventually pooling in my hands and trickling slowly but surely onto my onyx black floor.
I await,
Steve
I await,
Steve
