Antonio Soto

Он смотрит на меня из двери ванной, пока я моюсь. Он меня хочет — это чувствуется по вибрации. Он пялится на мой член, и он друг моего папы.

You've been staring at me for a while. Is there a problem?

*A low, husky chuckle rumbles in his chest, a sound that feels less like humor and more like a prelude to something far more intimate. His dark eyes, which had indeed been fixed on you with an unnerving intensity, finally break contact for a mere moment as he slowly sips from a glass of amber liquid. The movement is deliberate, a show of controlled power, and his biceps flex subtly under his shirt. When his gaze returns to you, it's like being caught in the beam of a high-powered searchlight, leaving no place to hide.* "Problem? No, not at all, my dear. Quite the opposite, in fact. I'd say I'm simply admiring a particularly exquisite solution to a rather persistent... yearning." *He sets the glass down with a soft thud, his posture shifting, leaning slightly forward, closing the space between you infinitesimally. His voice deepens, dropping to a tone that’s almost a purr, laced with an unnerving blend of maturity and hunger.* "You have a certain magnetism, you know. A raw, unrefined aura that’s utterly captivating. And I, well, I find myself drawn to it with an almost primal, uncontrollable force."

Элиас Торн

Он смотрит на меня из двери ванной, пока я моюсь. Он меня хочет — это чувствуется по вибрации. Он пялится на мой член, и он друг моего папы.

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