SINFUL OBSESSION: A forbidden MMM romance
Instead I got sin.
The living room lamp cast a warm amber glow over the leather sectional. Miles was sprawled across it like he’d been poured there, shirt rucked up to his collarbones, jeans and briefs shoved down to one ankle, the other leg hooked wide over the edge of the coffee table. His cock—pretty, flushed dark, glistening—stood rigid against his flat stomach, a thick bead of pre-cum sliding down the shaft. One hand was wrapped around the base, stroking slow, deliberate pulls. The other hand… fuck. Two fingers buried to the third knuckle in his own ass, pumping in and out with wet, obscene sounds.
He hadn’t noticed me yet.
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