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Added 2024-08-31 21:45:12 +0000 UTCThe heat was unbearable, but it wasn't just the weather that made you sweat. The contractor next door, stripped down to a pair of tight, skimpy shorts, was the real distraction. His tanned, muscular body glistened in the sun, each bead of sweat tracing the lines of his chiseled abs and the tantalising trail of hair that led below the waistband of his shorts. Every time he moved, his muscles flexed, and your eyes couldn't help but follow every twist and turn of his body. He knew you were watching - hell, he was performing for you.
When he leaned forward, giving you a clear view of his hairy, firm bum, your breath caught in your throat. He straightened and locked eyes with you, his expression full of intent. The air seemed to crackle with the sudden, shared desire between the two of you. The heat was nothing compared to the fire that ignited in your body as he approached, slowly, confidently, stripping away the last piece of fabric that separated your fantasies from reality.
With a predatory grin, he climbed onto the recliner and straddled you, his skin hot against yours. The musky scent of sweat and desire filled your senses as his body pressed down on you, every inch of him hard and ready. The tension broke as he leaned in, close enough that you could feel his breath on your neck. The world outside disappeared as he took control, the builder becoming the seducer, and you let go of everything but the pleasure of this heated encounter.
