Serg Shepard, Chapter 4: The Fitting 1080p

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I’ve ambled past Mr. Steele’s supermarket more times than I count over the past year. And while the suits and tuxedos are certainly beautiful, the most striking thing is ( and always has been) Mr. Steele himself. His well-defined muscles are apparent even from afar. His well-fitting taut trousers and snug sundress tee-shirts sight as if they were designed specifically for him. Then again, he is a tailor, but nonetheless, he always looks magnificent. The 2 of us have faced each other’s stare slew of times, and every time my eyes catch his, my knees get instantly weak, my cock starts swelling up, and I can perceive my slot begin to ream as if to make apartment for what I am sure is healthy slab of meat lurking behind those snug pants, if the visibly mighty bulge of his was anything to base it off of. As luck would have it, I have an event coming up for which I will certainly need a tailored suit, so I ultimately had a reason to stroll into his supermarket and get a fitting. Even luckier, he seems to have no apprentice or help, so Mr. Steele would be the one bringing his measuring tape to run across and up and down my body. As I browsed around and looked at all the particular cuts and colors, I kept taking as many chances as I could to steal glances of the beautiful man, and noticed that he was stealing slew of his own. I ultimately found a duo of options that I liked and it was time to get fitted. My figure was gyrating at the mere invented this tall, elder bear rubbing me even slightly.