Master Santoro is built like a god—broad shoulders, carved chest, arms that command obedience with a single flex. But it’s not just his power that overwhelms... it’s his feet too: wide, firm, and radiating a raw, masculine scent that lingers like a brand on your senses. While he takes his girlfriend with primal dominance, a submissive man joins them—not as an equal, but as a worshiper. He’s there to serve. To admire. To inhale the heat of Santoro’s body, to taste the sweat on his muscles, to bury himself in the intoxicating strength of his scent. Those feet? Unforgiving. Stronger than his fists. Ripe with the kind of manly aroma only true Alphas carry—thick, sharp, impossible to forget. This isn’t just a threesome. It’s a ritual. And when Santoro is in control… you don’t fuck. You surrender.