2026-01-16 — Nsfw Hard
The text chimed on Dave’s watch just as he racked his last weight. The gym was empty, the only sounds the hum of a far-off treadmill and the clank of his barbell. He wiped the sweat from his bald head, a smile already forming. Sam. Her morning greeting was a warmth that cut through the sterile air, a stark contrast to the cold steel in his hands. He thumbed a quick reply, feeling that familiar, delicious tug in his gut. It was more than want. It was a claim. Her next messages, however, painted a different pictur…