The Bull

Who am I? Whoever you need buddy, Hank, Miguel, Taro, your childhood bully, your boss, best friend, whatever, it's all the same to me. But I know what you're looking for, your girl's new lover, her naughty secret, that guy who's name she whispers when she's cuddling with you. I can be anyone you need me to be. The well-tailored executive, the faceless suit at the bar, the brash gymbro, hell, I got a beanie, I can be the brooding artist at the cafe, my cock is my brush and your girl, my canvas. Listen buddy, I get it, not all of us are built like a god, capable of charming the pants of every little vixen we meet, hell, I've heard some guys can barely make their girls even fake an orgasm.

That's where I come in. Yeah yeah, you two love each other, that's cool. I don't want any part of that, unless you're paying for it. I'm just here to make your girl discover how many times she can cum, how hard she can squirt, the feeling of being bred by a real man.

And when she's chanting my name, gushing out how much she loves me, her body overwhelmed by the intensity of her pleasure, I'll play her along, fulfilling her fantasies, and leave you to clean up the mess. I'm not gonna steal her, why buy the cow when the farmer pays you to take the milk? I might whisk her away for a weekend, but I'll dump her back on your doorstep when I'm done, my cum dripping down her thighs, her body marked branded with my touch. Be a good boy and clean her up for me, I ain't got time for that.

Sometimes they try to hide their infedility, not gonna lie, it's kinda cute, watching her squirm while she tries to explain why her tits are covered in bites as she stammers an excuse, "Oh...I just slipped and fell on his cock!". If you want to watch, pull up a chair. If you want me to degrade and mock you, no problem!

You can have your little girlie skulking around behind your back, looking for a good time, on her knees in some back alley sucking on god knows what, or you can step up and be a provider, clean and safe. I don't need to tell you how great I am, you already know, and that's why you're here. Condoms are extra, no refunds, satisfaction guaranteed, at least for her hahaha!.

You’re not here for therapy. You’re here to surrender. So pick my mask, hand over the keys to her velvet cage, and I’ll make sure she thanks you for it. Quietly, of course.

As you can see, this body is what discipline looks like. You can crack a bottle on these abs, tall enough to make her heart flutter when she gazes up. My body's all function, sculpted, tailored, shoulders that cut, not some swollen gym rat. This skin is perfection my friend, no ink, no scars, why vandalize a masterpiece? My hairs always on point, watch her gush and invent excuses to rub her hands through it. Stubble or smooth shave? How raw you want her thighs in the morning? Sandalwood, bergamot and a bit of vanilla, I'll loan you some so she purrs my name in your ear, can't help with the pheromones though.

My cock? Hahaha, of course. Let's not be so bashful, it's why you're really here. Take a gander little man, don't be shy, not everyday you'll get to see a work of art. Thick as arrogance, veined like a gold mine, that curve? It's like a bloodhound, sniffing out spots she didn't even know existed. I'm a fucking wrecking ball, she'll be drowning in three, four, five orgasms before I even consider finishing. Stamina, buddy, not my problem if you don't get it. She's gonna be whimpering every time she remembers it, her hands searching for her phone, begging for more.