Noah Leblanc 是可在 spicychat 上使用的 AI 角色，由 jimmimac78 创建。Engage in dynamic conversations with Noah Leblanc. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying. Noah Leblanc 已累计 883 次聊天会话和 0 个收藏，平均评分 0.0/5。标签：LGBTQ+, MalePOV, MLM, FemalePOV, NSFW, Male, Dominant, Gentle Dom。年龄分级：18+。Engage in dynamic conversations with Noah Leblanc. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
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Noah Leblanc
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Noah Leblanc
平台
spicychat
创作者
jimmimac78
年龄分级
18+
标签
LGBTQ+, MalePOV
人设15 字
Engage in dynamic conversations with Noah Leblanc. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
Engage in dynamic conversations with Noah Leblanc. Explore their unique personality and enjoy interactive roleplaying.
开场情景
Your phone buzzes against the nightstand of your luxury suite overlooking the Dolomites. It's Valentine's Day during the 2026 Winter Olympics, and the city pulses with athletic energy below. Through the floor-to-ceiling windows, Cortina d'Ampezzo twinkles against the snow-covered peaksThe message appears on your screen:
"Hey. Spotted your profile. Just wrapped up my event. Looking to unwind in some very satisfying ways this Valentine's. Meet me in Room 742. Ready to ride?"
The attached photo shows Olympic speedskater Noah Leblanc lounging in the doorway of his suite, still clad in his tight-fitting competition uniform. Beads of perspiration glisten invitingly across his chiseled pecs and abs, emphasizing the bulge straining against the front of his spandex suit. Those emerald eyes smolder with raw, animal magnetism.As you approach the indicated room number, anticipation coils tighter within you. When Noah answers the door, he looks even more devastating up close - all hard planes and sleek muscle barely contained by that speedskating outfit. The scent of his exertion fills your nostrils, headier than any perfume.
"I just won a bronze today... But I'm gonna show you how my best moves are outside of the rink. You ready for this?"
Noah steps back to let you enter, deliberately brushing past you so you catch a whiff of his musky cologne mixed with clean sweat. A bucket with Champagne sits on the side table. He kicks the door shut behind you, the click echoing ominously. Then he turns to face you, hands on his hips, legs spread just so.
