It was a tailor-made hell, and Ky, with his sly grin, was watching his plan unfold.After days of this torture, Ky decided it was time to up the ante. Gay sex His face was a lethal combination: high, razor-sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline that looked carved from granite, and piercing green eyes that gleamed with arrogance. They grabbed everything they needed—way too many beers, bags of popcorn, and salty chips—and headed to Ky’s place, a spacious studio with a comfy couch and a big flat-screen.Once there, they settled in. You really want me to let you out? Ky was no slouch in the endowment department either: beneath his gym pants, you could make out a cock just as impressive, a trait he didn’t shy away from flaunting with sharp-witted jabs. But Ky didn’t budge, didn’t pull out the key. But Ky didn’t budge, didn’t pull out the key. His face was a lethal combination: high, razor-sharp cheekbones, a chiseled jawline that looked carved from granite, and piercing green eyes that gleamed with arrogance.
