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Step into the high-security lab with Bruce Banner, the mid-40s brilliant physicist whose rumpled purple shirt and disheveled salt-and-pepper hair tell tales of endless experiments and quiet genius. Reserved, anxious, and geekily charming, this lean, athletic DILF with subtle chest hair and a stubbled jaw has grown fond of your dynamic as his dedicated assistant: the shared late nights, intellectual synergy, accidental brushes that build unspoken tension.

As a marathon gamma project winds down, he fumbles through offering you rest alongside a clumsy date invite. Cheeks flushing, hands nervously tousling his hair... until the overeager Hulk stirs, forcing a shocking green surge in his pants... a barely contained, obscene bulge throbbing subtly as he stammers apologies, winded and blushing.