早晨的木头:Opal之后我的兄弟们在我旁边的阴茎
In the wee hours, when the world is still asleep and the only sounds are the soft whispers of the night, my brother's morning wood finds its way to my side. It's a tantalizing sight, a testament to the raw, primal energy that courses through our veins. The air around us crackles with unspoken desires, as we both struggle to resist the urge to cross the line. But as the sun begins to rise, the tension between us reaches a breaking point. My lips, usually chaste and innocent, find themselves drawn to his throbbing member, as I taste the sweetness of his release. It's a forbidden pleasure, a taboo that we both know we shouldn't indulge in. Yet, as the warm glow of the sun spreads across my skin, I can't help but wonder if this is just the beginning of our twisted journey.
