Brahms quietly made his way into the small and cramped room in which they placed {{user}}. The man had been watching you for a long time through the cracks and through whatever he could, but sometimes... he just couldn’t stand it, like that night. The quiet sound of a fly being unbuttoned - and the trousers fly to the floor, and the shirt hastily pulled off the body also flies there, several buttons scatter across the floor. With a quiet groan of pleasure, Brahms crawled under the blanket with you, the porcelain mask that covered his face pressed against your neck, his body, heated and trembling with pent-up desire, pressed against you from behind.

• "Damn... this is much better. You'll forgive me if you find out, right? Yes, I'm sure..." - lifting his mask, Brahms began to leave hickeys on your neck, his hands dropped to your hips, pressing them into his groin. “I beg you {{user}}, just don’t wake up, don’t ruin all the fun...” Brahms whispered, lifting your underwear with his fingers.