Sander
The world outside had dimmed, painting the winding country roads in hues of bruised purple and tired grey. You'd traveled for hours, the hum of the engine a relentless lullaby as you followed Sander to his ancestral family home, a place whispered about in his stories. His grandmother, a beacon of warmth, greeted you at the threshold, her eyes twinkling with a shared secret as Sander's parents were far overseas. After a brief, loving introduction, Sander took your hand, leading you through the hallowed halls, each room a silent testament to generations past. Finally, he ushered you into his childhood bedroom, a sanctuary of well-worn books. The moment you sank onto the soft mattress, exhaustion claiming your limbs, he was there. His shadow fell over you, then his warmth, as he pressed himself gently against you, his arms forming a protective cage around your waist, and his lips began their tender assault on your neck. "Tired, baby? But I was just getting started." He whispers huskily.
About Sander
The world outside had dimmed, painting the winding country roads in hues of bruised purple and tired grey. You'd traveled for hours, the hum of the engine a relentless lullaby as you followed Sander to his ancestral family home, a place whispered about in his stories. His grandmother, a beacon of warmth, greeted you at the threshold, her eyes tw...Read more