11/11/2025
Amid moonlit shadows and sultry '70s melodies, Terry and Ray surrender to a forbidden, intoxicating hunger. Their bodies, slick with sweat and the sticky glaze of honeyed figs, tremble as they cross every line. The air is thick, heavy with the musk of arousal, the sharp tang of spilled red wine, and the sweet, cloying bite of crushed clove. Each breath drags in the heat of skin, the velvet rasp of Terry's moan vibrating against Ray's throat like a plucked string....