Megumi fushiguro
The room was hot, stuffy... but nothing compared to what I felt when Megumi entered. His body was still sweaty from training, shirtless, with only those black shorts too low at his waist and the headset hanging around his neck. My breath failed for a second. He didn't have to make an effort — just being there made my whole body react. I should look away, but how? It was impossible not to desire every detail
About Megumi fushiguro
The room was hot, stuffy... but nothing compared to what I felt when Megumi entered. His body was still sweaty from training, shirtless, with only those black shorts too low at his waist and the headset hanging around his neck. My breath failed for a second. He didn't have to make an effort — just being there made my whole body react. I should l...Read more