The first time Chris saw Feisal, the massive hairy Arab muscle bull, there was no question of wanting or being allowed — it was pure destiny.
In that moment, Feisal became his God. The God of beauty, raw masculinity, and superior potency. Chris knew his place: on his knees, worshipping this hairy Arab alpha with total devotion.
He stepped closer, hands trembling as he placed them on that thick, sweat-soaked chest. The dense black fur was warm and soaked under his palms. Chris pressed his face into it, inhaling deeply, tasting the salty, masculine sweat that dripped from Feisal’s powerful pecs. His tongue licked greedily across the heavy mat of hair, savoring every drop like holy water.
Feisal stood there like a conqueror, looking down with intense dark eyes as the blond muscle man worshipped him — kissing, licking, burying his face deeper into the soaked, hairy chest and abs. Chris was completely lost in the scent, the taste, the overwhelming power of this Arab muscle god.
Feisal’s sweat wasn’t just sweat — it was sacred. Every lick, every kiss was an act of submission and pure bliss. Chris had finally found his purpose: to adore and serve this superior hairy Arab alpha with his mouth, his hands, and his entire being.
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