In the dimly lit glow of his penthouse office, the burly, muscular tiger CEO stands before a full-length mirror, wearing nothing but a sleek, silk purple thong that clings snugly to his large frame, which perfectly outlines the shape and volume of his endowerment.
His tired eyes trace his own reflection, exhaling, running a clawed hand over his jaw, observing how snug it looks, could such a man of his position wear something like this?
He loves how it feels, how it accentuates him, but doubt lingers at the edge of his thoughts.
Would this indulgence ever taint the image he's built, or would it be something that could be entertained further with the right person?
He straightened his posture. No one will know... for now.
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Figured the image pack needed some large dads, here's some tiger!