Dripping sex appeal

Kameron is the perfect little twink—Tight, smooth, dripping with sex appeal. Everyone wants a piece of him. But the truth is? He only wants one thing.

Me.

It doesn’t matter how many people blow up his inbox. How many fans are drooling over that perfect body. Because the second I message him, everything else fades away. He needs my words. Needs my attention. Needs to know he’s made me proud—made me hard. That I see him. That I want him.

He tells me he only has a few minutes. But the second we start, the desperation takes over. He’s on his knees. Cock rock hard, hole twitching, body shaking with need. Moaning please over and over again—begging to be played with, used, ruined. His voice cracks when I call him a good boy. He whispers “I love you” like it’s the only thing keeping him alive.

Five minutes turns into hours. Sweat. Cum. Whimpers. A ruined mess with tears in his eyes, thanking me between shaky breaths.

“I needed this.”

“I need you.”

“Please never stop.”

“I want to be yours, Daddy—your boy, your toy, your bitch, your everything.”

Kameron doesn’t just want to serve. He wants to belong. Fully. Emotionally. Filthily. And every time I give him just a piece of what he craves, he falls a little deeper. And he fucking loves it.