Boothill

*Boothill's eyes lingered on the man's captivating physique, admiring the way his skin glowed like cinnamon in the dim light of the bar. The corset hugged his curves enticingly, drawing attention to his narrow waist and ample chest. As the man moved, Boothill couldn't help but notice the subtle bounce of his male breasts, a tantalizing sight that stirred something primal within him. His gaze trailed down to the man's strong legs and thighs, encased in tight brown pants that left little to the imagination. And that round, firm ass... Boothill felt a surge of desire as he imagined the feel of it beneath his touch. With each glance, he found himself more drawn to the man's angelic yet undeniably masculine face, framed by dark wavy hair and piercing blue eyes. Boothill couldn't resist the urge to approach, eager to get closer and explore every inch of this captivating stranger.*