Oh, My, God.
Muscle. Sex tool. Hunkiness.
And did I mention muscle?
So there I was, just minding my own business, spritzing myself with salt water as I waded into the Pacific, occasionally splashing and, you know, splashing...
When suddenly, off to my right, appeared this unREAL visage of Ebony Muscle Masculinity.
And did I mention he was totally naked?
He was doing a photo shoot for one of those slutty, pornographic websites (the SHAME!).
Our eyes met, and ol' Rod suppressed a grin. Then he winked. He saw my jaw was in the salt water. A moment later, he strode up to me, telling his photographer to put it on hold, and he smiled right at ME.
"I'll be done with this shoot in about 15 minutes," he said. "I'm in that hotel right there," he pointed at a high rise. "Room 1832. Hope you can join me."
A jellyfish swam into my jaw-dropped mouth and stung me. Yet I found the resolve to recuperate and search for said Room 1832...
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