
Naked & Fed by the window👅
On our first evening away, the mountain-and-water view frames an intimate hotel recording.
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On the first day of our trip, we just took a casual drive around the coast. The sun was shining, the views were gorgeous… but we were just getting started. In the next episodes, you’ll see even more breathtaking stretches of lakeside. 🌊 By evening, we checked into a hotel renowned for its panoramic views. Swinging open the floor-to-ceiling windows in our room, we were greeted by mountains and waters. As the sun set, the entire sky gradually deepened into a twilight blue—utterly mesmerizing. Outside, there were passersby, cars, and the hum of daily life… but inside, as if we'd stepped into another world. Then I said, “Wanna take some photos with this light?” Takki agreed. At first, he posed seriously like a model. But the longer I looked at him through the lens, the more I wanted him. “Take off your shirt. I want to shoot something private.” He refused. “I came here to be a professional model.” “Take off your top—8,000 if you do.” He pouted and undressed, reluctantly. But the moment he did, I got hard. He made a show of pulling up his pants and buckling his belt, and said, “I’m done with my shot for the day~ 😤” …Of course I didn’t let him leave. I pinned him against the couch by the window, stripped off his shirt again. He stood there, naked, glancing nervously out the glass wall. “There are people outside… they might really see…” His bare body glowed in the evening light, with the lake and mountains stretching behind him. We started touching each other. His breath grew heavier, his hands couldn’t stop grabbing at me, and I found myself melting into him. He moaned, “Babe… it feels too good… I can’t…” Then, his tip pulsed wetly, and a drop leaked out—he was trying to hold it back. He caught that one drop with his fingertip and brought it to my lips. “Why are you giving it to me?” I froze. And just like that—our trip had just begun.




