Finally home!!

After holding it together all vacation, Zane finally cracked the second he got home. The moment he walked through the door, he didn’t even make it to his room. He dropped onto the couch and let go. Days of pent-up hunger came pouring out—and so did the pics.

One after another. Hard. Desperate. Perfectly framed. His body on full display, his need practically radiating through the screen. He wanted to make up for lost time—and trust me, he did. Every instruction I gave, he followed to the letter. The angles. The poses. The expressions. All dialed in with one purpose: to please me.

But then he took it even further.

He sent a voice memo. And hearing his voice—breathless, needy, low and trembling as he told me exactly what he wanted me to do to him! It was a whole new level. He sounded so cute. So filthy. So completely owned.

Zane wasn’t just showing off anymore. He was surrendering.

And the best part? That was just the beginning of the night.