Sluttiest Heat

The horny heat just radiates off Jordy and his slutty body made for fucking. It’s no wonder he has to wear mesh underwear to let that fuckable pussy breathe. Every step he takes, every shift of his hips, reminds him that he belongs to someone else now—someone who owns every drop of sweat, every gasp, every needy twitch of his cock when it leaks just from thinking about being used.

He doesn’t dress to impress others. He dresses to serve. Tight mesh holding everything close like a promise: this ass is taken, this hole is trained, and that cock? It only gets hard for one reason, one command, one name.

No one else sees it the way I do. They don’t know how pink and stretched his slit gets after a long day of denial. They don’t hear the quiet whimper when he rubs just right in the shower, only because I told him not to come.

But I know. I always know. Because even through silence… through screens… through time zones…his body screams what his mouth won't say “I’m all yours.”