He knows his place

Zane is always on his knees for me. Doesn’t matter when. Doesn’t matter where. He’s eager. Obedient. Ready. Mouth open. Pussy wet. Offering it all to me—so I can choose exactly where I want to bury my cock.

This boy is walking sex appeal.

And trust me, if you ever saw his come-fuck-me eyes in person? You’d probably cum on the spot. Too bad those eyes are just for me. But don’t worry—You can still jerk off to the rest of him. That tight body. That pouty mouth. That tight little ass he loves to arch just right for Daddy.

Zane lives to be gooned over.

He gets off on the attention, the drool, the edging, the obsession— But more than anything, he gets off on making me happy. Because Zane knows who he belongs to. And he’ll keep proving it… one filthy pic at a time.