“Lousy scouting, man. Desi bhabhi sex The air in the computer lab was thick with frustration. Every thrust, every moan, every dirty word was a betrayal of who he was. Randi stripped fully, too, his own sculpted body gleaming with sweat.The sight of their muscular forms writhing together in the dim lab light was obscene, primal. But beneath it, something else stirred—a dirty, primal itch born in the adrenaline of the heist. “You’re fucked up, Ferelli,” he said.But his voice was husky now, his desire creeping in. Shame screamed. This ain’t the time.”But Vince doubled down, stepping closer, his massive chest inches from Randi’s. His face twisted in rage. Randi’s smirk faded, replaced by a hard, assessing stare. Vince’s cock leaked onto the floor, untouched, his body betraying every ounce of his straight identity.The shame never left—it lingered, a constant reminder of his fall.
