(mh=D4WBSdOo9JJm6E4t)0.jpg)
My roommate, a latino bodybuilder, can't help but flex his muscles as he walks around the apartment. I'm captivated by his physique, the way his muscles ripple and bulge under his skin. When he offers to give me a muscle massage, I eagerly accept. He starts at my calves, his strong hands kneading my flesh, working their way up to my quads. I'm in heaven, but when he reaches my inner thighs, I'm on the edge. He looks at me, and I nod, giving him permission to touch my cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling the pulse, and I'm lost in the sensation. He strokes me, worshipping my muscle-bound body, until I explode in a torrent of pent-up desire.