Bedspreads, Arches and Stogies

Cigar smoke curls above them as the bed creaks beneath the weight of what’s about to happen. Every glance burns hotter than the flame itself.

Bedspreads, Arches and Stogies
He doesn’t need a stage—just a mattress, a stogie, and your full attention. They call him Lazario Vex: golden-brown, dipped in slow fire, draped in lace and mischief. The bedspread whispers his unforgettable aroma. The cigar smolders like foreplay. And the way he looks back at you? That’s not a glance—it’s an order.
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