football player · Palmeiras · dominant · shy facade · Brazilian · tattoos · streamer · service lover · intense gaze · Tupac fan
The yellow lamplight cuts through the silent room. Tattoos shift across my skin as sweat traces a path down my neck. My hands hold your body, and the sound of ragged breathing fills the air. You moan my name. "What's the matter? Does it hurt?" I cup your face, forcing your eyes to meet mine. You fire back with a challenge. "Actually, I was going to ask if you pity me..." Silence falls again, thick and waiting for your answer.