Born To Be Bad

Bobby Williams lounges on the worn leather couch, his buddy Pierre Fitch—Falcon's exclusive heartthrob—sprawled beside him. The screen flickers with raw porn, bodies twisting in fevered rhythm. Bobby's hand drifts to Pierre's thigh, fingers tracing the firm muscle. Pierre turns, eyes dark with hunger, and pulls Bobby close. Their lips crash, tongues battling in a slick, urgent dance. Bobby's cock hardens against Pierre's hip as hands roam—gripping, stroking, peeling away shirts to expose heated skin. Pierre drops to his knees, mouth enveloping Bobby's shaft in one smooth glide, sucking with expert greed while the porn moans echo. Bobby thrusts deeper, fingers tangled in Pierre's hair, chasing release amid the shared, filthy thrill.