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Blindfolded in the Ruins πΏβοΈπ¦
🕑 Added 2025-08-28 18:00:04 +0000 UTCDaylight spilled through the broken arches of the ancient stone building, warming the abandoned garden hidden within. The cracked pillars, tangled with ivy, cast jagged shadows across the worn tiles. Between the fractures in the stone floor, wild flowers bloomed, their scent faint but intoxicating.
He stood in the center β slender, pale-skinned, with snow-white hair touched by the sunlight. The black blindfold over his eyes gave him an air of vulnerability, yet there was something inviting in the way he breathed, slow and shaky. Completely bare, his lithe body was a contrast to the rough stone around him. His hands moved behind him, spreading the firm curve of his ass, offering himself in silent provocation.
A larger figure approached from behind β tall, broad-shouldered, his skin bronzed and his muscles carrying the weight of a fighter. The shadow he cast swallowed the smaller one whole. He paused for a moment, simply taking in the sight before him, then his large hands closed around that narrow waist, fingers pressing hard enough to leave marks. He stepped closer, the heat of his body radiating against the smaller frame, and with one slow, deliberate motion, he pushed inside.
A sharp gasp broke the still air, echoing faintly against the ancient walls. The manβs thrusts were deep, steady, and unyielding, making the blindfolded femboyβs back arch and his legs tremble. The sound of skin meeting skin mixed with faint voices drifting from the far corridors of the ruin, but here, in the sunlit heart of the garden, there was only the rhythm of their bodies and the soft moans that grew louder with every movement.
The femboy braced himself, toes curling against the cold stone, every push sending a shiver up his spine. His breath came faster, chest rising and falling, his lips parting as if to speak but never forming the words. The manβs grip tightened, driving harder, deeper, until each thrust forced him onto his toes.
Then, in a swift motion, the smaller one was lifted and placed onto a flat stone slab, straddling the manβs lap. His knees pressed to the manβs sides, thighs trembling as he lowered himself down onto that thick length again. The sunlight caught his white hair, turning it to strands of silver as he rode him β hips rising and dropping with a hungry, relentless pace. The manβs hands anchored at his hips, guiding his rhythm, the sound of their bodies colliding filling the space. Each downward movement made the femboyβs breath hitch, his fingers clawing lightly at the manβs chest.
Eventually, he slid down to his knees in front of the man, his hands trailing slowly down the manβs abdomen until they wrapped around the base of his length. His lips parted, and he took him into his mouth, his tongue tracing along the underside. The wet, rhythmic sounds of his mouth working over him filled the quiet ruin. He bobbed his head, taking more each time, his blindfolded face turned slightly upward as if savoring every reaction.
The manβs breathing became heavier, his abs tightening with the strain of holding back. His hand slid into the femboyβs hair, guiding him, until he finally let go. A hot stream of cum spilled across the femboyβs cheek, splashing his lips, nose, and forehead. Thick drops of semen clung to his skin, catching in the sunlight, glistening like molten gold.
He smiled faintly, running his tongue across his lips to taste him, a single finger swiping a streak from his cheek before bringing it to his mouth. His chest still rose and fell with quick breaths, the heat between them slowly fading.
The garden inside the ruin grew quiet once more. Sunlight filtered through the cracks in the high stone walls, falling over their bodies like a seal on what had just taken place β a moment that would linger in their minds long after the air had cooled.
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Sviatoslav Nykyforchyn
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Josero
Love how there's no words spoken...so beautiful!β₯
