Eyes that look like they’re plotting sin, body built not from the gym but from experience. That kind of hot where your knees go weak, but your hole clenches tight ‘cause it knows it’s about to be tested. The kind of girth that makes you gasp first and moan second. A smooth 9 1/2 inches of “fuck, please wreck my hole sir.” with a curve that was blessed by geometry itself. The kind of hung that rearranges more than just furniture—it rearranges your life choices.
I’m that balance of Daddy and demon. I’ll pin you down with a growl, and make you beg with just a look. I don’t fuck to finish—I fuck to ruin. To break you open, rebuild you, and creating a new sinful monster with a craving for my dick, begging, puckering, and quivering more than a dope fiend needing a fix.
I’m a marathon, not a sprint. A mix of filth and finesse. The man who’ll choke you with one hand and rub your back with the other. And trust me stud—when I’m done with that a$$, you’ll be walking funny and smiling brighter.
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