Woken up by construction noise, my lazy day quickly turns into pure hunger. I need to be fucked. All day. From the warm orange glow of morning until the cool grey of dusk settles in. I know the sex will be fire, and I want you to feel every bit of that connection with me. With no camera man, it's just us. Raw and real.

The sun spills warm and golden across the sheets when the distant thud of construction jolts me awake. I’m already half-hard, my shaved head buried in the pillow, tattoos stretched across my back as I stretch like a lazy cat. The buzz in the walls echoes through my bones, but all I feel is the hunger low in my gut — a deep, aching need for his cock. I want him to take his time. I want that slow, stretch — his fingers, his tongue, his warm breath on my hole until I’m loose and trembling. I want to beg. I want to whimper his name as he finally sinks that thick, uncut cock deep inside me, the ridge of his foreskin dragging over my rim like fire. My own uncut cock leaks against the sheets, twitching with every thrust. I moan loud — guttural, raw — each time he slides his thick cock down to the base. I want to be filled, used, worshipped. I want you to feel how connected we are. How good it burns.