The moment he stepped into the sauna, I stopped breathing. Naked, dripping with sweat, his body glistening like molten bronze under the flickering amber light. But it wasn’t just his muscles or the way he moved — it was that enormous, undeniable presence between his legs.

I had never seen anything like it before. The sheer size, the way it hung with effortless power, impossible to ignore, impossible to forget. My eyes traced every inch, my breath catching as a shiver ran down my spine.

I was obsessed. It consumed me. The heat in the sauna was nothing compared to the fire burning inside me, ignited by that flesh, that overwhelming, magnificent flesh.

Every thought, every heartbeat, was about him — about that monster of a cock, and the way it made me ache.

He stepped closer, the heat between us thickening like steam. His eyes locked onto mine, sharp and commanding. “Ever see meat this big before?” His voice was low, rough, challenging.

I obeyed instantly, my gaze drawn like a magnet to the massive length he held proudly before me. It was impossible to look away — every vein, every curve, every inch radiating power.

“You like what you see?” His smirk was slow, deliberate, dripping with control. I swallowed hard, my pulse hammering in my ears as I nodded, unable to tear my eyes away.

He chuckled, a deep, possessive sound. “Good. Because you’re going to learn exactly what it means to worship this.”

The promise hung heavy in the steamy air, and I was already lost — completely, utterly his.