Natalia
In our dimly lit master bathroom, Cristiano stood directly under a soft, warm bulb that shone on him like he was a statue in a museum. From the doorway, I admired him in the mirror. He brushed his teeth wearing only low-slung, black sweatpants that showed off the muscles rippling all the way down to a defined “V” . . . and beyond. His sculpted definition spanned so far south, I wondered if his size could be the result of some special kind of workout.



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