There’s something undeniably horny about a guy covered in dirty, battered work gear. The grime, sweat, and wear suggest someone accustomed to hard physical labor and long shifts, his body glistening with the heat of exertion. His dirty, sweat-drenched form exists purely to serve the boss.
He sits heavy, sealed against the world. The German army olive green rain gear traps the heat, slick with moisture. It muffles the movement. The waders rise high, encasing the legs, ending in rubber boots that lock him to the ground.
The codpiece is gone. The sheath is ready. Are you?
Compressed and buffed up. Tight suit, tight breath, huge feeling
Since you guys really like my previous pic, here's another :)
Human? The suit says yes, the curves prove it. But the face—rubber snout, glassy eyes, muzzle—says dog. Maybe both. Maybe neither now
