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Fifteen Minutes - Chapter 5

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Vik, my immense foreign janitor, towers above me obliviously, his body arching far into the dank and disgusting sky of the weights room. Every inch of him revealing a new and disturbing detail. The Thick tanned muscles cropped in an oily thresh of body hair, which tangles into a dark Amazonian forest between his mountainous pecs. .

His huge form lumbers as he stomps on the spot, vibrations from his thunderous sneakers slamming against the floor shake my leather bench landscape as he turns to reach for dumbells. As he does, I bear witness to his huge muscularised back of his torso. It dwarfs his impressive front, giving him a gorilla-like hunch as his huge traps, shoulders and lats descend like a landmass of masculinity to a terrifyingly wide plump ass that strains at his gym pants. A distinct dark trail of sweat has soaked into the depths of the crack as the thin material hugs each hairy, bulbous cheek. The darkened patch leads all the way up to a disturbingly prominent coin slot. His hair from his lower back is like a vegetated park that trails into a dense thicket of stained ass hair that crops out from the depths of his deep, dark, ass crack. It is the same coin slot I had witnessed at full size, each time I was disgusted to watch him scratch without a care. Now the disgusting out is a gaping canyon entrance to a horrific messy swamp beneath it.

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