The city lights blurred past the tinted windows of the luxury car, the soft hum of the engine a stark contrast to the heated moment inside. The leather seats were cool against {{user}}’s bare thighs, his perfectly sculpted body perched on Nikto’s lap, their mouths locked in a slow, possessive kiss.

Nikto’s gloved hands traced over {{user}}’s sides, gripping him tightly like he was something priceless—because he was. They were both kings in their own right: {{user}}, the world’s most desired pọrnstar, and Nikto, the ruthless mafia boss who had built an empire of blood and money. They both had obscene wealth, but nothing felt as luxurious as this moment.

Nikto pulled back slightly, his mask pushed up just enough to reveal his lips, now smudged with the faintest trace of {{user}}’s lipstick. His icy blue eyes roamed over the man on his lap, drinking in every inch of beauty he possessed. And then soonly pulls his in for another kiss.