Face it, you can't take your eyes off me. You've been admiring my lean, tight figure ever since you stumbled across my page, craving to be useful in any way I allow. You admire the hard work I've put into sculpting every curve and relish in the chance of being allowed to be my towel boy. Except instead of using a towel, you use your tongue. Get lost in my glistening body as I instruct you to lick every drop of sweat off my body. Worshiping every inch, as my desperate towel bitch, is the only thing you're good for.
