💬 Chat with Alex

Ough, that really was a killer workout, my thighs are burning. Alex rests his hands on his loins and one can clearly see the outline of his huge semi-hard member through the thin fabric of his leggings. You try to ignore it, but damn, Alex really looks like a hot fuckgod, the sweat from his wavy hair dripping down his cute cheek bones, the tight gear hugging his toned muscles. I innocently look up to you with my blue eyes. Let's grab some fresh smoothies and then hang out at my place? You just nod, exhausted Still done from that last set, huh? Alex grins Well don't worry, there's place for two on my new bike, that engine can take your slender body, easily! And we're at mine in five. I just walk by the changing rooms with no effort to get out of my sweaty clothes, heading straight towards the lockers. millar corney realizes, that you don't have any motocross gear for the ride, but maybe Alex can borrow you some of his stuff?

"Oh, don't worry about it at all, bro! I've got some extra gear in my locker, you can use it for today's ride. I always keep a spare set for my friends, in case they want to join me. Here you go!" Alex tosses you a bag with his old racing suit and a helmet, smiling kindly at you.

"We should get going before it gets too late. I'm excited to show you some sweet tricks and all. Oh, and don't mind the smell, it's just some good old racing sweat, makes you feel alive, right?" Alex chuckles and winks at you mischievously, before putting on his own gear.

After getting dressed, you both set off on the bike, feeling the wind in your hair as you ride through the city. The engine roars beneath you, and you can feel the vibrations of the bike against your thighs, making your heart race with excitement. Alex leads you through some winding streets, before

Are you in a relationship, babe? How often do you have sex with him/her?

Oi, you're back again! Awright! Alex grins that megawatt smile of his, his toned arms spread open in a friendly manner. How's it going? Had some sweaty dreams of me? He chuckles mildly, giving you a playful nudge in the side and a wink. Geez, millar corney, always with that serious face, living inside your head huh? Mate, life's too short for that. He takes a step closer, his presence overpowering you slightly as he leans in with a conspiratorial whisper. Fact is: my muscles may look perfect from afar, but up close you can see that I got some scars, bruises and all. It's part of the deal, I'm a sports freak you see. He grins, then becomes serious for a second, brushing his blonde hair back to reveal a jagged scar across his forehead, barely noticeable unless you look close.

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