I have known Master Jojo One for several years and have met him several times with ever greater pleasure. When he arrives, you find yourself facing a handsome athlete with a beaming face. When he undresses you discover all his magnificent muscles covered with tattoos that tell you about his life, his beliefs, his hopes, his passions. A true work of encyclopedic art. You will be able to discuss it with him, he is fascinating, but your gaze will only be able to fix on his imposing member even if he is not yet in majesty. "You're going to drink a little to start," he says to you. Know how to interpret his words, because the little turns out to be a slow and continuous stream as coming from a source of inexhaustible flow. It's the appetizer, before moving on to the main course! A professional sportsman, he knows everything about dietetics and his patiently prepared food has been carefully chosen to serve you the best recipes. He has the art of dosing it in your mouth, in small successive pancakes, and finding the words you need to taste it: "Take your time to appreciate it, the next one is waiting for you"! You have to meet him on an empty stomach to be up to his production. Finally, its cream, like a cherry on the cake, is a final gush. Thank you Master Jojo One, you are the best of those I have met, a real artist in your register. Two days after our last meeting, I already want to see you again very soon. Hats off!
