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Slowly push the bar up, on the last one deliberately stop at the top, pecs and triceps all pumped up, sweat drops roll from the nipples and drip on your thigh.
Then you deliberately lower it slowly, as the bar descends, your inner thigh muscles contract, that thing tightly constrained by the shorts thrusts forward a bit, as if saying to me:
“Want to lick? Want to suck? Or want to be directly thrust into by it?”

My legs go weak, almost kneel down.
You suddenly speak, voice hoarse, with the hoarseness from just finishing the last set:
“Come here, kneel here.”
It's not a question, it's a command.