Steal The Night

Under the moonlit hush of the night, Matt Skyler lingered in the shadows, his eyes catching the forbidden dance on the lawn. There, Lee Driver pressed close to Patrick Allen, their lips locking in a heated kiss that silenced the crickets. Lee's hands roamed with urgent intent, tracing the lines of Patrick's body as tongues tangled and breaths mingled. It didn't take long. Lee's voice dropped low, husky with desire. 'You want my big pole up your very tight hole?' Patrick's response was a desperate plea, his body arching toward Lee. 'Please, yes—give it to me.' He begged with raw hunger, eyes pleading, hips grinding in anticipation. Lee didn't hesitate. He claimed Patrick right there on the grass, ploughing deep into that tight heat with powerful thrusts. Patrick gasped, yielding completely. They shifted—first on all fours, Lee driving from behind like a storm unleashed; then Patrick astride, riding hard, every slick slide a symphony of surrender.