Eagerly waiting

Zak is the perfect little twink.
Soft, smooth, needy—and completely obsessed with me.

He thinks about me all day.
While he’s working. While he’s walking. While he’s touching himself in the shower.
Every thought, every breath, every ache in his tight little body leads back to one thing:

Me.

All he wants is to be naked in my bed when I get home.
Laid out. Legs spread.
His tight, perky ass exposed—waiting, begging to be eaten, worshipped, and fucked like the desperate little bitch he is.

He lives for that moment—hearing the front door open, knowing I’m finally here.
Knowing he’s been good.
Knowing he’s exactly where he belongs.

Zak was made to be my bedtime reward.
And I never keep my good boys waiting for long.