Femboy Bookworm Gets Reamed Between The Lines

Jeremy Angel, that adorable little femboy, bounces home with a stack of fresh books, eyes lit up like he hit the jackpot. He dives straight onto the bed, spreads them out, and flops down on his belly, legs kicked toward the door like an open invitation. Those pages fly as he digs in, all bubbly and focused. Enzo Muller strolls by the doorway, catches the sight, and freezes—Jackpot. Jeremy's clueless, totally absorbed, kicking his feet up in that cute way that hikes his skirt just right. Yeah, Enzo's spying now, soaking in those teasing upskirt flashes, all smooth skin and flirty promise. After a beat, Enzo steps in, clears his throat—boom, busted. Jeremy jolts, cheeks flushing red, but damn if there's no spark in his eyes, that sneaky turn-on flickering through. He recovers quick, flashing a wicked grin. 'Come on, big guy, hop on the bed and let's get naughty.' Enzo? He's all in, sliding right up with a smirk that says game's on.