directed by mysticcheetah
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The air hums with the scent of him—musky, wild, *wanting*—a scent that clings to your skin, lingers in your lungs. His bedroom eyes, half-lidded and gold-flecked, lock onto yours, unblinking. No shame, only hunger, a slow burn that makes your pulse stutter. His paws float in the air, soft and fluffy, as you pull him closer, thighs spread wide, the thick cock inside him stretching him open with each deep, deliberate thrust.You feel his body clenching around you, the way his precum drips faster when you hit that perfect spot, the way his breath hitches, his lips parting just enough to let out a quiet, needy sound. His eyes never leave yours, as if he’s *inviting* you to take more, to feel the heat of this moment, to chase the promise in his gaze.He’s not worshipped. He’s *played with*—a toy-boy in the best way, cute and eager, his body responding to every touch, every thrust, every glance. And he’s loving every second of it.

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