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Dad trying to show off his son at the gallery; but aint nobody paying attention
November 26, 2025 at 3:24 PM
Dad trying to show off his son at the gallery; but aint nobody paying attention
Art museums are adding new features to draw in more guests
November 26, 2025 at 3:20 PM
Art museums are adding new features to draw in more guests
Welcome to book club
November 26, 2025 at 2:51 PM
Welcome to book club
André had a booth he worked out of at the bar. He was known for having some of the softest lips around.
November 26, 2025 at 1:57 PM
André had a booth he worked out of at the bar. He was known for having some of the softest lips around.
"How much you asking for him?"
November 26, 2025 at 12:05 PM
"How much you asking for him?"
At the end of the night, when André and Jason get home, André gets the reward he wants
November 26, 2025 at 11:59 AM
At the end of the night, when André and Jason get home, André gets the reward he wants
He's got that look
November 26, 2025 at 11:51 AM
He's got that look
boi was right where he needed to be
November 26, 2025 at 11:48 AM
boi was right where he needed to be
"Yes BOSS, whatcha you need?"
November 26, 2025 at 11:38 AM
"Yes BOSS, whatcha you need?"
Jason loved taking his boy out—never rushed, never hidden. Watching André kneel, serve, endure. Watching strangers touch him, inspect him, claim space around him. Jason didn’t gloat. He just watched, calm and still, as André did exactly what he was trained to do. That was the pleasure.
November 26, 2025 at 11:26 AM
Jason loved taking his boy out—never rushed, never hidden. Watching André kneel, serve, endure. Watching strangers touch him, inspect him, claim space around him. Jason didn’t gloat. He just watched, calm and still, as André did exactly what he was trained to do. That was the pleasure.
“You remember what I told you, you do whatever these men ask you to do.”
November 26, 2025 at 11:07 AM
“You remember what I told you, you do whatever these men ask you to do.”
"I didn’t come here to be free. I came here to be seen."
November 26, 2025 at 2:38 AM
"I didn’t come here to be free. I came here to be seen."
André’ and Jason had met at a strip club when Jason slid his fingers up Andre's ass before he fucked him on stage.
November 25, 2025 at 11:19 PM
André’ and Jason had met at a strip club when Jason slid his fingers up Andre's ass before he fucked him on stage.
"he's always wanted a white dude to fuck him"
November 25, 2025 at 9:14 PM
"he's always wanted a white dude to fuck him"
international relations
November 25, 2025 at 8:30 PM
international relations
"How I ride this pole now… that’s how I’ma ride yours. Slow, deep. I know how to take it. How to hold it. How to stay open ‘til you done. I been trained for this. Just grip, grind, and give.”
November 25, 2025 at 5:00 PM
"How I ride this pole now… that’s how I’ma ride yours. Slow, deep. I know how to take it. How to hold it. How to stay open ‘til you done. I been trained for this. Just grip, grind, and give.”
He ain’t just big — he’s heavy with heat. That ass bounce slow against the pole, sweat dripping, thighs wide open and dick locked up. He built like a beast, but he move like he know who he belong to
November 25, 2025 at 4:48 PM
He ain’t just big — he’s heavy with heat. That ass bounce slow against the pole, sweat dripping, thighs wide open and dick locked up. He built like a beast, but he move like he know who he belong to
"Look, I ain’t out here to play tough. I dance how I was taught — slow, deep, open. This body? It don’t fight. It follow. I let that pole ride up the crack, hold still so y’all can see how it sit. That’s the part you like, right? Don’t worry. I got you. I always got you."
November 25, 2025 at 3:43 PM
"Look, I ain’t out here to play tough. I dance how I was taught — slow, deep, open. This body? It don’t fight. It follow. I let that pole ride up the crack, hold still so y’all can see how it sit. That’s the part you like, right? Don’t worry. I got you. I always got you."
He was made for this — for the lights, for the rhythm, for the gaze. But most of all: for the scent. His ass moves in hypnotic rhythm, thick and round, glistening under heat. And the air around him carries it — salt, sex, submission. You don’t just see him. You breathe him.
November 25, 2025 at 3:39 PM
He was made for this — for the lights, for the rhythm, for the gaze. But most of all: for the scent. His ass moves in hypnotic rhythm, thick and round, glistening under heat. And the air around him carries it — salt, sex, submission. You don’t just see him. You breathe him.
You can’t look away. His body glistens, flexing in rhythm, thighs spread, waist tight, voice catching in a breathy moan. But it’s not just sex. It’s spellwork. The kind born in the skin, in the mouth, in the hips of Black men who’ve always known how to serve, how to move, how to shine.
November 25, 2025 at 3:19 PM
You can’t look away. His body glistens, flexing in rhythm, thighs spread, waist tight, voice catching in a breathy moan. But it’s not just sex. It’s spellwork. The kind born in the skin, in the mouth, in the hips of Black men who’ve always known how to serve, how to move, how to shine.
Every part of them shines — chest rising, thighs trembling, ass lifted high, cock swaying with every grind. Their bodies are vessels, stripped down and glistening. When they moans, it’s a ritual sound, low and willing. Its a call begging to be taken, to be filled, to be used.
November 25, 2025 at 3:16 PM
Every part of them shines — chest rising, thighs trembling, ass lifted high, cock swaying with every grind. Their bodies are vessels, stripped down and glistening. When they moans, it’s a ritual sound, low and willing. Its a call begging to be taken, to be filled, to be used.
There’s a kind of magic in him — not cast, but inherited. Black skin shining like carved onyx, body sculpted to please, to move, to serve.
November 25, 2025 at 3:11 PM
There’s a kind of magic in him — not cast, but inherited. Black skin shining like carved onyx, body sculpted to please, to move, to serve.
Built like he was raised in heat and shadow — not groomed, but bred. His scent is thick with sweat and submission.
November 25, 2025 at 3:07 PM
Built like he was raised in heat and shadow — not groomed, but bred. His scent is thick with sweat and submission.
The music drops — but he doesn’t stop. He lets out a sharp, breathy call, like instinct breaking through obedience. Not dominant. Not wild. Just raw. His back arches, ass bouncing in rhythm, the sound rising from his chest like heat. He’s been taught to please — and call for more.
November 25, 2025 at 3:04 PM
The music drops — but he doesn’t stop. He lets out a sharp, breathy call, like instinct breaking through obedience. Not dominant. Not wild. Just raw. His back arches, ass bouncing in rhythm, the sound rising from his chest like heat. He’s been taught to please — and call for more.
“I paint the dreams I can’t stop wanting”
November 25, 2025 at 2:00 PM
“I paint the dreams I can’t stop wanting”