I mean, seriously, look at him!
I have to say, though, he looked pretty great in the squares he came out in to begin with.
In all seriousness, though, what wouldn’t he look good in? His body is perfect, isn’t it, the muscles all defined and properly proportioned, those perfectly shaped pecs with those lovely, sexy nipples…the abs, and I cannot think of a way to improve on that ass.
My engine was definitely ramped when I came out of the locker room and saw him in the ring, waiting for me.
I also would have never guessed that he was taller than me, even if it’s slightly. I think he was pretty, um, happy to see me as well…I wanted to beat him down and make him mine.
My lust is often coupled with a desire for dominance, and I love nothing more than manhandling a sexy young thing like Puma/Rafe…the mask, the squares–more to strip him out of, you know?
But you have to be careful not to get overconfident. Always. You can’t get distracted by how hot and sexy your opponent is, even if you think you’ve got the situation under control.
And who knew he had a mean streak in him? I should have known, having seen his earlier matches. Fool me once!
And I was screaming out an agonized submission before I knew it!