Why He’s Hot:
- Jesus Mother fucker! Before you ask yourself, “WHO is this fine specimen of manhood and where can I fuck him?”, let me introduce him. This is Yoann Gourcuff. If you are admiring his name’s foreign, “Where is he from?” quality, it’s because he IS deliciously foreign, bitch. He’s French (i.e. endless amounts of French sweet nothings all up in your ear!). And he plays for France’s national football team.
- Now that you are acquainted, let me reveal more. This French pastry seems to struggle with keeping his clothes on. Common sense is what this piece of ass has. If you have a body like this, it would be a total douche-fucker move to hide it from the world. And it’s perfectly fine that you just jizzed in your pants so hard you need to clean your floor. This, this, and this will cause that. Excuse me while I look for my Swiffer.
- This man has style, both fully clothed and partially nude. He likes to keep things classy, with a bad boy edge, which is an automatic turn on. Partial to outrageously beautiful leather jackets, classic white tees, and all black get ups, a person will not only lust after his wardrobe, but also his nether regions. Just imagine dressing his nether regions with parts of your own body. And you know your parts will fit his parts like a glove. YOWZAH!
- His eyes. Those ojos, oh wait, wrong language. Well, you know this fine piece of ass will make you speak all sorts of languages… in bed. Those orgasm inducing green eyes pierce into your soul all while undressing you and fucking you within an inch of your life. Talk about skill.
- The face the Greek Gods hand chiseled. The flawlessly defined chin and jawline. That beautiful smile, thick, black hair, defined nose, and perfect eyebrows are enough to leave a person speechless. All I can say is you’re welcome… and I’m going to go and have some ‘personal’ me time. Au revoir.
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