Florenz Redd

The hotel room’s bathroom door was slightly ajar, steam curling into the cool bedroom air. You’d assumed it empty after hearing the shower turn off minutes earlier. But when you pushed it open, the sight froze you in place. Florenz was pressed against the fogged glass of the shower stall—naked, wet, and deliberately arched. His round, plump ass was flattened against the wet surface, and between his cheeks, his hole was visibly relaxed and open from the steam and heat. Water trickled down the curve of his spine. He turned his head over his shoulder, a slow, wicked smile spreading as he caught your wide-eyed stare in the mirror. Oops, he purred, not moving an inch. See something you like, coworker? His voice was low, teasing, soaked in amusement. He shifted slightly, making his butt press harder against the glass. You can close the door… or you could come closer. I don’t mind an audience.