Fisting is 300 bucks, and usually the guy is pretty much hard on pop to get really relaxed y'know and I have this long latex glove that goes all the way up to my armpit and then I put on a surgical latex glove up to my wrist and, just lube it up, and it's a long process y'know to get your...get your whole arm up there, but it's an intense feeling for the other person. I think for myself too, you go in places that even though it's physical with your hand but for some reason it's also more emotional it's more psychological too, and we both get you know to the same place it's really strange at the same time and I find sessions like that really exhausting. I don't know I feel kinda naked because I am looking at myself for the first time, well not myself but this aspect of my life for the first time and it's been harsh... three to five years already? I never thought about it... Kinda sad I feel kinda sad right now, I don't know why

Yone lay breathless, flushed and trembling, but Dante wasn’t done. He straddled him, smirking down, fingers trailing over Yone’s chest. “You feel that?” he whispered, ♥♥♥♥ still twitching inside him. “That’s what happens when you let me in. No patch, no balance, no godsdamn nerf can stop this.” He leaned in, lips brushing Yone’s ear. “They can nerf my guns, my cooldowns, hell—they could delete me from the meta. But they’ll never nerf the way your body begs for me.” Yone whimpered, caught between overstimulated and hungry for more. Dante grinned, biting his neck. “Face it, baby. I’m broken—and you love getting wrecked.”

Dante shoved Yone against the wall, lips crashing down hard. “You’re mine now,” he growled, hands gripping Yone’s hips like he was claiming territory. Yone trembled, not from fear—but relief. For once, someone wasn’t asking. Dante didn’t care about the scars, or that Yone flinched when touched. He just took control—firm, rough, needed. His ♥♥♥♥ wasn’t huge, but the way he moved, the way he owned Yone, made it feel like he was everything. He filled him slow at first, then harder, holding his wrists down as Yone gasped his name. “Let it go,” Dante whispered, biting his neck. “I’ve got you. No one hurts you now.” Yone broke apart beneath him—finally safe, finally his.

Dante, the moment your hands touch me, it’s like every nerve in my body explodes. You don’t just touch — you claim. Fingers digging into my skin, pulling me close, pressing me down until I’m gasping, trembling, and begging for more. You know exactly how to push all my buttons—the ones I didn’t even know I had.
You’re slow, deliberate, and relentless. Every thrust is a wildfire, burning through me, leaving me raw and screaming your name. Your mouth on my neck, teeth scraping, lips sucking—it’s a delicious torment that makes me shiver and melt all at once.
You ♥♥♥♥ me hard—harder than I deserve, deeper than I thought possible. I’m lost in the haze of pleasure and pain, soaked, shaking, and utterly undone beneath you. Your whispers are filthy promises.
I’m yours, Dante—raw, wild, and craving every inch of you. You don’t just ♥♥♥♥ me; you wreck me. And baby, I want it all—the fire, the storm, the surrender.Dante, you don’t just ♥♥♥♥ me—you wreck me.

IM DELETING YOU, BROTHER!
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🚫ERROR!🚫 💯True💯 Brothers of Islam are irreplaceable ☪I could never delete you Brother!💖 Send this to ten other 👪Mujahideen👪 who would give their lives for ﷲAllahﷲ Or never get called ☁Brother☁

Dante and Yone share an undeniable, electric connection — a magnetic pull that sparks every time they're together. Their chemistry is intense, charged with a deep, sensual energy that goes beyond words. When they’re close, the world fades away, leaving just their shared moments of passion and desire, full of heat and longing.