The fist pumps, the growls, the Samson-esque hair, the sheer animalistic power...
Shit, I'm panting as I'm typing.
I can't help myself.
I'm not beyond objectifying my own husband; no, I'm not.
Rafa's not only got a nice butt (and what a glorious behind he does have); he's also got some real big... TENNIS BALLS!
Sigh, OK, here are some "family (jewels) photos" to prove it.
With Affection,
James
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| Michelangelo himself couldn't have carved a more perfect derriere. |
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| Sings: "Something is stirring, shifting ground... it's just beguuuuun!" |
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| Mmm... Rafa, may I touch your junk? I mean your trophy. |
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| Mmmm... Wind, blow harder... |
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| MMM! I can see... heaven! |
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| Rafa gets excited, and so do we. |
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| OK, turn the cameras off. It's just Rafa and me, now. |
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