u/MilkngTablEnthusiast

Hey folks,

I’m a 31-year-old regular guy with a dad bod, just chilling and hoping to find some fun people for a threesome. MMF (me joining a couple) or MFF (two girls + me) both sound awesome to me.

I’ve got this little fetish I’ll be upfront about — I love watching two girls go at it like lesbians and then “converting” them with my cock. Super into that energy if you are too.

Otherwise I’m clean, easygoing, and all about making sure everyone’s comfortable and having a blast. Good stamina, attentive, and zero pressure.

If you’re a couple wanting to add a third guy or two girls down for some playful MFF action, hit me up. Tell me what you’re craving and let’s see if we click.

Can’t wait to hear from you.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.

Anyone else obsessed with that CNC free use rush? Where I can just decide it's time and take you—no matter what. You push back, squirm, whisper or yell "no," try to get away… and honestly? The harder you fight, the fucking better it is for me.

Out somewhere with that risky edge: quiet trail at twilight, empty parking lot, alley off the main street, car tucked away where people might pass. I grab you suddenly, wrestle your wrists behind you and rope them tight so your struggles just make it hotter, shove you down or against something, land hard slaps and spanks across your ass and thighs to quiet the kicking, then force my way in and fuck you raw while you "fight" every thrust. That resistance turning into shaky surrender? Pure fire.

At home or anywhere private: you're just going about your day—cooking, lounging, trying to ignore me—and I snap. Pin you down, tie you if you won't stay still, smack you harder for every push or scratch, growl how you're getting used no matter how much you pretend you hate it, and take whatever hole I want until you're worn out and dripping.

The struggle is everything—the scratches, the "stops," the way you make me earn it before your body gives in.

I know you want it, come say hi.