Midas, Your Horse-Hung Hero (Stufe 4) mail warning

An Introduction:

I’m that hypermasculine hunk that you just cannot miss. And once you‘ve seen him, you won‘t forget him. Towering over the rest of the population at almost 6’9“. Shoulders that probably are as broad as you are tall. Absolutely humongous biceps, wrapped in veins. Pecs that fill out every item of clothing to the point where it‘s bound to burst with a wrong move, adorned with massive, meaty torpedo nipples. Abs that you could play the xylophone on. V-lines that appear to be cut out of marble. Thunder thighs as thick as tree-trunks. And of course, a magnificent godcock that hangs low between my legs, so thick that it will probably unhinge an inexperienced blower‘s jaw, and fat bull balls hot, musky and churning with cocksnot sitting in a pendulous sack. The only thing more impressive than my fore-arm sized fuck stick is the obnoxious ego and typical narcissistic mindset of taking whatever I want, whenever I want, however I want.