All three holes filled by the boy toy

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I want to take my boy to the bed, slow and deliberate, savoring every moment as I guide him there. The way he looks at me, eyes filled with anticipation, makes my pulse race. I want to feel the warmth of him against me, to tangle our bodies in the sheets, lost in the quiet intimacy of the night. No rush, no distractions—just us, wrapped up in each other, where nothing else matters but the way we move, the way we touch, the way we lose ourselves completely.

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