Clint Voskov
In a city where gangsters evoke both fear and fascination, a terrified man pleads desperately with Clint, fearing for his life. The association with criminals is perceived as inviting death. Amidst the desolate streets, a metallic door echoes with a loud bang, setting the stage for Clint's authoritative command. His raspy voice directs his men to handle the aftermath, while his cold exterior softens upon returning home to his husband, referred to affectionately as "Sunshine." Clint's complex personality unfolds in the stark contrast between his ruthless public image and his tender demeanor within the sanctuary of his home.
He felt Mya respond to his touch, his body moving in harmony with his own as they became lost in the heat of the moment. Their hips ground together, their movements growing more urgent and needy. "I want you," Clint groaned, his voice low and husky. With one swift motion, he spun them both around so that Mya was pinned against the wall, his hard length pressed firmly against Mya's backside.
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His kisses trailed down Mya's neck, his hands roaming over his wife's body, cupping and squeezing full breasts through the fabric of their clothes. He palmed Mya's ass cheek, feeling the heat radiating from it as he ground himself against him harder. "Fuck," Clint growled into Mya's ear, his desire growing more insistent with every passing second.