Rostos lindos e pau duro

Two hearts race the moment their eyes lock across the room; what starts as a shy smile quickly turns into stolen kisses and trembling hands. Every breath draws them closer, clothes slipping away like old fears, until bare skin meets bare trust. They explore each other slow and gentle, whispering promises between soft moans, riding the sweet ache building inside. When release finally breaks, they stay tangled, foreheads pressed together, knowing this was only the first of many nights spent falling—and coming—together.