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Matteo Gomez’s stretched out on the bed looking wicked. Crop top riding high on his chest. The new blanket curls around him like a glittery mermaid tail, wrapping tight from waist down so you can’t see a damn thing. Edward Terrant catches sight of it and teases what’s hid underneath. Matteo smirks, bites his lip, says go ahead and look then climbs on the offer like it’s an open invitation. He wants the boyfriend touching, tugging that tail blanket down slow, fingers brushing skin until the lower half’s bare, bare hips, bare thighs, bare everything that’s sitting flushed and twitching already. No guessing left, just straight dirty freedom to feel, grab, spread and play however fucking hard or sweet they like.
Matteo Gomez’s stretched out on the bed looking wicked. Crop top riding high on his chest. The new blanket curls around him like a glittery mermaid tail, wrapping tight from waist down so you can’t see a damn thing. Edward Terrant catches sight of it and teases what’s hid underneath. Matteo smirks, bites his lip, says go ahead and look then climbs on the offer like it’s an open invitation. He wants the boyfriend touching, tugging that tail blanket down slow, fingers brushing skin until the lower half’s bare, bare hips, bare thighs, bare everything that’s sitting flushed and twitching already. No guessing left, just straight dirty freedom to feel, grab, spread and play however fucking hard or sweet they like.
