Mohamad_d33
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Does anyone know what happened to his IG ?
I used to follow him but now he is no where to be found. Any other socials for him twitter/facebook ???
I used to follow him but now he is no where to be found. Any other socials for him twitter/facebook ???
I used to follow him on Instagram back when he thought no one was really watching. But I was. Every post, every gym thirst trap, every smirk he gave the camera…I saved them like trophies. I knew even then: I’d have him one day. And when I did, I wouldn’t just fuck him I’d ruin him the way only a real man could.
I wanted to pull him close, feel that strong top body fight to keep control just to watch it crumble under my touch. I’d grab those hairy pecs, squeeze them while he gasped under me, whispering filth in his ear like, "You thought you were a top, huh? Not when you’re under me. Not when you’re whining for more with my cock buried in you."
I’d tongue that sweet, honey-laced hole until he was trembling, biting his lip, trying not to moan and then flip him over and slide in, slow and thick, until he couldn’t take it. I’d stretch him deep, chest pressed to his back, hand on his throat, growling, "You're mine tonight. You come when I tell you to. You don’t stop until I say."
Every thrust would make his whole body jerk hips grinding back, needy and desperate for more. I’d fuck him hard, but hold him close. Kiss his neck. Bite his shoulder. Tell him how perfect he feels wrapped around me. "You look so good getting wrecked, baby. Keep begging like that and I might let you come again."
And I wouldn’t stop until he’s dripping, used, and cumming for the third time with me still inside him, grinding slow, deep, keeping him full till his whole body gave out under me.
I wanted to pull him close, feel that strong top body fight to keep control just to watch it crumble under my touch. I’d grab those hairy pecs, squeeze them while he gasped under me, whispering filth in his ear like, "You thought you were a top, huh? Not when you’re under me. Not when you’re whining for more with my cock buried in you."
I’d tongue that sweet, honey-laced hole until he was trembling, biting his lip, trying not to moan and then flip him over and slide in, slow and thick, until he couldn’t take it. I’d stretch him deep, chest pressed to his back, hand on his throat, growling, "You're mine tonight. You come when I tell you to. You don’t stop until I say."
Every thrust would make his whole body jerk hips grinding back, needy and desperate for more. I’d fuck him hard, but hold him close. Kiss his neck. Bite his shoulder. Tell him how perfect he feels wrapped around me. "You look so good getting wrecked, baby. Keep begging like that and I might let you come again."
And I wouldn’t stop until he’s dripping, used, and cumming for the third time with me still inside him, grinding slow, deep, keeping him full till his whole body gave out under me.
