Where I go, you go. I couldn’t hide how much it turned me on. “You want it so bad,” he growled, grabbing my bulge in his wide paw, “don’t you?” His apartment was fully staffed with servants: cooks, maids, assistants. Gay sex You don’t have to worry about work or money ever again. It was clear they were in a rowdy mood, and they ordered shot after shot. He smacked me with the tip. “Now, let’s go home and have a proper celebration, with all the guys, what do you say?”****His penthouse was vast, an entire floor, with high ceilings and wide doors. I felt every individual brick of his abdomen as he breathed, a solid wall against me. “You don’t ever have to worry about paying rent or getting by again,” he said. It was clear they were in a rowdy mood, and they ordered shot after shot. I wrapped my legs around his lower back and looked into his beautiful eyes. “You belong to me now,” he said, “do you understand?”“Yes, sir,” I nodded, not breaking eye contact. “You’re mine,” he said, kissing me, his cushiony lips firm and forceful.
