Ryke is holding one of my ankles, but his hand runs up and down my leg. The friction and mystery of what he’s going to do races my heart. But he won’t…His gentle movements turn rough, and his fingers urgently find the button to my jeans, and he yanks them down, all with one hand. Holy shit. He forces them to my feet, and I clutch onto the roof to keep my balance He doesn’t swerve the car.
HES SO HOT BRO
— Apr 11, 2025 08:25PM
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