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My broad torso? Sure. But, what of my slim waist?
Hunter, was taking a nice, long, refreshing shower.
His usual weekly past time, Hunter’s sacred ritual more likely. But yeah, the Sarge was totally loving the nice hot, steamy waters splashing against his taut naked body.
As yes. The shower ritual was performed once a week only.
It was sacred after all. And yes, even when alone in the shower room, Hunter loved to perform, to show off his body to… well himself but yeah, sometimes, there was a small audience there too.
Scrub, scrub, scrubbing away. Each and every nook and cranny’s hidden dirt slain.
As yes, Hunter really was thorough that way. Enjoying each and every moment none of it torment rather sweet, sweet pleasure. All those imaginable euphemisms included but of course.
Needles to say Hunter, spent a lot of time on the shower, being, very thorough. Wink wink ;P
Guess the pièce de résistance of the show came after the shower ended.
When the Scout being dressed in only a skimpy towel. Hunter prancing his way towards the Batch’s barracks slowly, but surely. Swaying his hips like it was some, slow dance of a thing. Leaving most nothing to the imagination for those perhaps taking a wee peek of l’performance.
Certainly eliciting some jealousy among the few, but mostly admiration, some hoots and hollers in the mix as well.
As yes, Hunter’s torso being truly among the chosen ones. All broad and bouncy. Titties there too, to name but a few.
But nobody was complaining about any of this, specific activity. Especially those in the fan club of the trooper.Some snapping a few holo-pix when given the permission.
And for Hunter himself? Well it was certainly a show worth repeating, each and every Saturday evening!