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.
|Michelangelo himself couldn't have carved a more perfect derriere.|
|Sings: "Something is stirring, shifting ground... it's just beguuuuun!"|
|Mmm... Rafa, may I touch your junk? I mean your trophy.|
|Mmmm... Wind, blow harder...|
|MMM! I can see... heaven!|
|Rafa gets excited, and so do we.|
|OK, turn the cameras off. It's just Rafa and me, now.|