A Pre-Workout Release & One Filthy Sex Instrument that Did the Job Better than Leg Day Ever Could
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He looked too damn good. Tight grey gym shorts riding high, tank top 
clinging to every inch of muscle he worked hard for. Hair styled. Trainers 
spotless. Water bottle in one hand, the other adjusting that waistband. It 
was supposed to be just another gym day — squats, deadlifts, a bit of 
cardio, maybe flirt with that new guy near the dumbbells.
But the second he saw his own butt cheeks in the mirror? Game over. The 
curve. The bounce. The way the fabric gripped his cheeks was like it was 
painted on. One cheeky little bend forward to tie his laces, and it was all he 
needed. A rush of heat hit him low in his stomach. That twitch. That dirty 
itch that screamed louder than any pre-workout could. The gym would have 
to bloody wait.
The Drawer of Dirty Secrets
He sauntered back to the bedroom like a man on a mission. Bag dropped. Door 
locked. Mirror still catching every sultry move. One quick reach into the bedside 
drawer — and out came the crown jewel of his solo sessions: ToyChest’s Sex 
Instrument. Heavy. Sleek. Smooth. Reliable. This Sex Instrument for Male Online 
had seen things. Felt things. And today, it was about to be the main event.
Doggy Style and Dirty Intentions
He didn’t waste time. He stripped, threw himself on the bed, and got 
down on all fours — back arched, bum up, looking like sin. One leg slid 
out just slightly, the position alone making his heart race. He lubed up 
quick, one finger teasing just to get started, then slipped the toy in. 
Slow. Deep. Perfect.
The stretch made him groan not softly either. It was the kind of noise that 
came from deep in the gut. That “f*ck yes” kind of sound that echoed off 
the walls. He thrust back into the toy, body clenching, head dizzy. Each 
movement sent delicious waves through him, building heat, tightening 
muscles that had nothing to do with gym day. He moaned. He cursed. He 
arched even deeper. Sweat dripped. The sheets twisted. And the 
ToyChest? It didn’t disappoint. The curve. The pressure. The sheer filth of 
it all. He was soaked, panting, one hand gripping the sheets like he was 
about to fall off the edge of the world. This Sex Instrument hit every spot, 
as if it knew his body better than his ex ever did.
Still Dripping... Still Thinking of Round 
TTwweonty minutes later, he was still face down, hair messy, thighs 
shaking slightly. His phone buzzed with a text from his gym buddy 
— “Where u at?” He smirked, flipping over and stretching his arms 
above his head, feeling that delicious ache in all the right places. 
His hole still throbbed in the best way possible. The 
Sex Instrument for Male Online sat beside him, glistening like 
it was proud of itself. And honestly? It should be. He picked up his 
shorts, still damp from sweat and friction. Looked down at himself 
and muttered, “Babe, we just did a better workout than I would’ve 
at the gym.” And with that, he hit snooze on the workout. 
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