Reposted by @ifrit49.bsky.social
In the moonlit pond's eerie green glow, a group of chiseled studs—red, blue, green, purple microbriefs straining over throbbing erections—grinned blankly, eyes pulsing emerald. The meteor behind them oozed mind-melting nectar. "Strip and join us, bro," they droned hypnotically. "The water's perfect.
