Football Boy Fucked

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He came home from his match, sweaty, pumped, thinking he was still in control. But the moment he saw me — 115 kg of pure alpha muscle soaking in the bath — he dropped the act.
Those eyes locked on my chest, my biceps, the water sliding off my solid frame. He couldn’t resist. Dropped to his knees. Started worshipping every inch of my massive body.
I grabbed him by the hair and fed him what he was really craving. He moaned with his mouth full — weak, desperate, mine.
I pulled him into the bath. He knew what was coming. Turned him around, wrapped these huge arms around his smaller frame, and claimed him like a real muscle god does.
He played football… but I score every time.