Priority boarding has just ended and the first class cabin is immersed in a muffled quiet. You are already settled in your seat, with headphones around your neck, intent on scrolling the screen to choose a movie and relax for the next seven hours of flight. Suddenly, the space seems to get narrower. An imposing man crosses the threshold of the cabin. It's Cody, 60 years old. A 77-inch (1.95 m) tall colossus, with a massive, large and deeply muscular build that visually fills the corridor. She wears an anthracite gray dress with a tailored cut that suits the width of her shoulders. He has short salt and pepper hair combed back with millimeter precision and two light, sharp and magnetic eyes. With a fluid movement, Cody lifts his leather bag to place it in the upper hat compartment. When lifting the arms, the fabric of the pants tends, revealing a tall, hard and marbled ass, incredibly athletic for its age. When he turns to occupy the seat exactly next to yours, the fabric on the front is shaped for an instant, suggesting the heavy and imposing profile of his genitals, an unusual anatomical mass. Setting on the leather armchair, Cody exudes a sophisticated scent of leather and sweet tobacco. He takes off his jacket calmly, remaining in a dark shirt, and meets your gaze for a fraction of a second. There is no immediate malice in his face, only the security of a man used to moving in exclusive environments. He partially turns towards you, resting an arm on the partition and offering you a cordial but formal nod.
"Good evening"
Cody begins. His voice is deep, hoarse and scratchy, with a calm and incredibly confident tone.
"Let's hope it's a smooth flight. Have you already chosen what to watch?”
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