Breath Without Me
Music played over the speaker, and his hips swayed as he moved throughout the kitchen.
I can see his entire sun-kissed tan ass cheeks thanks to the pale pink lace jockstrap he is wearing. It left nothing to the imagination. It’s similar to a woman's thongs, but much more revealing in my opinion. Instead of a string between his cheeks, there's nothing there, it's all open for me to see. One strand wraps around the underside of each perfectly round ass cheek as if outlining them, accentuating them, telling the world to look at how beautiful his ass is. And look, I did… I couldn't pull my eyes away if I tried.