




There’s something about seeing Kyle like this—completely lost in the moment, pure pleasure written all over his face. It’s like heaven itself is running through his body, and I get to witness every second of it. His eyes, wide and hazy with bliss, his lips parted just enough to let out those soft, desperate breaths—it’s intoxicating. It’s like he’s floating, every touch sending him higher, every movement making him sink deeper into that perfect, overwhelming feeling.
And then there’s that beauty mark, sitting right there like a perfect little signature on his face. It adds something to every expression he makes, deepening his pleasure, making his every reaction even more hypnotic. When his lips curl into a moan, when his brows tense for just a second before he melts again, that mark is right there—adding mystery, adding depth, making him look even more like something out of a dream. It’s this tiny detail, but it draws my attention every time, makes me linger on his face just a little longer, wanting to take in all of him.
And it’s all captured. Every little shift in his expression, every breathless moment of pure bliss, the way his body reacts so perfectly—it’s all frozen in time, proof of just how good he’s feeling. His beauty mark, his lips, the way his eyes lock onto mine like I’m the only thing grounding him in all that pleasure—it’s almost too much, his eyes widening and his jaw clenching.
I could watch him like this forever. In heaven, completely lost in me, looking so fucking divine.