Language:EnglishPublisher:Independently PublishedISBN-13:9798284427941UPC:9798284427941Book Category:FictionBook Subcategory:EroticaSize:8.50 x 5.50 x 0.46 inchesWeight:0.571Product ID:SCEVW761Q1
Thermals: Men in Underwear By Maddox Kane Two straight hunting buddies. One blizzard. Zero boundaries. When the storm hits, Bo and Trace are stranded in their snowbound mountain cabin-no power, no escape, and only their stretched, sweat-worn thermals to keep the heat in. But it's not the cold that's dangerous. It's the years of tension, the buried looks, the nights they pretended not to hear each other jerking off after the hunts. Now there's nowhere to run. Now the rules break. Bo's always been the good boy-quiet, obedient, straight. But when Trace grabs his throat and growls, "On your knees," something filthy snaps loose. And once those long johns come off? There's no putting the beast back in its cage. They fuck rough. They fuck dirty. They fuck like survival depends on it. Each ripped seam, each moan against a cabin wall, becomes part of the transformation-from best friends to something raw, raunchy, and submissively undone. Bo begs to wear Trace's thermals. Sniffs them. Comes in them. Wakes up desperate for more. And Trace? He's not just taking what he wants-he's claiming what was his all along. Masculine. Brutal. Tender beneath the wreckage. Thermals is a no-holds-barred erotic descent into power, scent, and the sacred ritual of longjohns pulled tight around a body that can no longer lie. You don't need a bed. You don't need a plan. You just need one man in thermals... and another ready to ruin him.
Language:EnglishPublisher:Independently PublishedISBN-13:9798284427941UPC:9798284427941Book Category:FictionBook Subcategory:EroticaSize:8.50 x 5.50 x 0.46 inchesWeight:0.571Product ID:SCEVW761Q1
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Thermals: Men in Underwear By Maddox Kane Two straight hunting buddies. One blizzard. Zero boundaries. When the storm hits, Bo and Trace are stranded in their snowbound mountain cabin-no power, no escape, and only their stretched, sweat-worn thermals to keep the heat in. But it's not the cold that's dangerous. It's the years of tension, the buried looks, the nights they pretended not to hear each other jerking off after the hunts. Now there's nowhere to run. Now the rules break. Bo's always been the good boy-quiet, obedient, straight. But when Trace grabs his throat and growls, "On your knees," something filthy snaps loose. And once those long johns come off? There's no putting the beast back in its cage. They fuck rough. They fuck dirty. They fuck like survival depends on it. Each ripped seam, each moan against a cabin wall, becomes part of the transformation-from best friends to something raw, raunchy, and submissively undone. Bo begs to wear Trace's thermals. Sniffs them. Comes in them. Wakes up desperate for more. And Trace? He's not just taking what he wants-he's claiming what was his all along. Masculine. Brutal. Tender beneath the wreckage. Thermals is a no-holds-barred erotic descent into power, scent, and the sacred ritual of longjohns pulled tight around a body that can no longer lie. You don't need a bed. You don't need a plan. You just need one man in thermals... and another ready to ruin him.
