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🖤 Real Story — Namastê Kaamuk 🖤 I met him on Grindr. A married man, his wedding ring shining in his profile picture, but his eyes were hungry, like he wanted to break all the rules. He said he was coming fast, he needed to taste another man before going home, and he wanted to arrive with his panties hidden under his dress pants. When he entered the room, his smell already excited me: nervous sweat, cologne mixed with fear. I told him to take off his pants and I stared at those lacy panties squeezing his hard cock. That's when I realized he wanted to be mine. Without ceremony, I threw him against the wall, stifled his moans with my hand, kissed him hard, bit his neck. He was shaking — not only with desire, but with fear of being caught. With each thrust, he whispered "more, please", and I showed no mercy. I held him tight, made him cum without taking off his panties, and he left with a clean face, ready to hug his wife. Namaste, brother: your secret is kept with me.