untitled, team of choice: fiorentina
The room was pitch black, Alberto was tied to something, and he couldn’t see anything, not a trace of light anywhere. The sound of footsteps coming towards him make him panic, even as the hand touches his chest, slowly sliding down.
The long fingers wrap around his cock, and Alberto bites his lip to come the moan from forming and he just wants to see, to touch, to feel.
“Do you know how perfect you look, all tied up? If only you could see.”
The sound of Adrian’s voice is all it takes, and suddenly Alberto sees nothing but white.
The long fingers wrap around his cock, and Alberto bites his lip to come the moan from forming and he just wants to see, to touch, to feel.
“Do you know how perfect you look, all tied up? If only you could see.”
The sound of Adrian’s voice is all it takes, and suddenly Alberto sees nothing but white.