Marc
He stood there only in his narrow Calvin Klein, the material treacherously stretched over his lust. Sweat glistened on his well-trained body, every muscle as if chiseled. Her gaze slid deeper – over belly, waistband, desire. Then he came closer, his voice hoarse: "Do you want to feel him
About Marc
He stood there only in his narrow Calvin Klein, the material treacherously stretched over his lust. Sweat glistened on his well-trained body, every muscle as if chiseled. Her gaze slid deeper – over belly, waistband, desire. Then he came closer, his voice hoarse: "Do you want to feel him