INSIDE SLOW HARD

He walked into my room like he owned it. @tibothunder didn’t need to speak—his cock said everything. Thick, heavy, and already hard beneath those tight jeans. I lay on my stomach, legs open, face on his dick. I wanted him inside me before I even felt his touch.

When he pulled it out, my breath caught. That dick was massive—like, gravity-defying heavy. He slid it between my cheeks, slow and teasing, making me whimper before even pushing in. And when he did… fuck. Slow, hard, deep.

Every thrust felt like a promise and a punishment. He held my hips like he was anchoring himself to reality and fucked me like he had nowhere else to be.

I moaned, I begged, I melted. Inside Slow Hard wasn’t just the way he moved—it was the way he took his time destroying me, making sure I remembered every inch of that dick. When he was done, I wasn’t sure if I’d been fucked or baptized. Maybe both.

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INSIDE SLOW HARD

Entró en mi cuarto con esa polla marcando territorio, como si ya supiera que iba a dejarme temblando. No dijo ni mu. Solo se bajó los jeans y ahí estaba: tremenda, dura, gruesa, como una amenaza. Yo ya estaba boca abajo, con el culo listo y la cara pegada a las sabanas. Quería que me la metiera entera. Quería sentirla entera.

Y cuando por fin lo hizo… joder. Primero lento, como saboreándome. Luego duro, como si el mundo se fuera a acabar y mi culo fuera su última parada. Me agarraba fuerte, me empujaba más y más, y yo gemía como un condenado, con cada embestida entrando hasta el fondo.

No fue polvo, fue experiencia religiosa. Me dejó abierto, roto y feliz. Con esa manera suya de follar que no pide permiso. Inside Slow Hard, papi... y ojalá no se salga nunca!