Cock Dripping Like Rain

The way he gestured animatedly as he spoke, as though every word carried its own stage direction, made him impossible to ignore. The shock of it chased away the lingering warmth of Theo’s body, but it didn’t stop the ache. Gay porn “So you never forget where you come from.”The flowers blurred in the fading sunlight as my chest tightened, the weight of her absence pressing down with unbearable force. Just breathe. “Yeah,” I said quickly, avoiding Theo’s gaze. I didn’t know why, but the ring felt heavier now than it ever had. His scent lingered—cleaner now after his shower but still layered with the familiar musk that was undeniably him. Or maybe I didn’t want to.Theo stopped again, this time in front of a painted mural. But I didn’t. Like he belonged there.Theo stopped just inside the door, wrinkling his nose slightly. He leaned against a large boulder, his arms crossed over his chest, his posture relaxed but watchful. Theo’s musk clung to the air around us, earthy and raw, cutting through the faint detergent smell of the sheets. My grandmother’s ring.

Cock Dripping Like Rain

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