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Hij liet me in stilte schreeuwen, het risico draaide me alleen maar meer op
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Gepubliceerd:17.06.2025 • Verberg
Miguel, skinny and tempting, didn't wait long after the door closed—already pressed against the wall, hard with anticipation. Ranomope, the dominant older cop, came home sweaty, still in uniform. He locked the door, eyes locked on Miguel. No words needed. He grabbed the boy by the neck, kissed him hard, then turned him around and yanked his pants down. "Keep quiet," he growled. Miguel obeyed, arching his back, fully submissive. The sex was intense—raw, deep, with the sound of skin against skin filling the room. Ranomope pounded him hard, commanding every moan, while Miguel trembled and begged for more. The climax hit hard—Ranomope came deep inside him, and Miguel followed seconds later. Breathing heavy, the cop muttered, "Leave before my wife comes back." Miguel smiled, still catching his breath. "Only if you promise to call me again..."
