The throbbing, swollen shaft moved chaotically, thrusting in and out of the tight entrance. Each withdrawal revealed the glistening, red inner walls clinging to the veined, rigid length—a sight as obscene as it was mesmerizing.

Reynard leaned forward slightly, his fingers teasing Valentin’s taut, erect nipples while his gaze stayed fixed below. He couldn’t look away from the sinful sight of his own shaft sliding in and out of Valentin’s body. No matter how many times he saw it, it never failed to overwhelm him with its raw eroticism, making his mind feel like it might shatter under the weight …