Look No Further

Sammy Bryant is an ass man (that’s his stress toy. He’s always slipping his hand down your back to palm it, even in public. Everyone knows you’re his anyway, so why should he care if they see him touch you?)

Pope Cody is a boob guy (where else would he lay his head?? Nothing soothes him quite like laying half on top of you, his face turned in to your cleavage, your soft skin against his lips. He’ll lay sideways in your lap, sucking your nipples while you jerk him off, murmuring about how sweet and perfect he is for you.)

Titus Danforth has a thing for necks (so he can mark you as his. He’ll leave the craziest hickies and he absolutely refuses to let you cover them. He likes to fit his palm to the base of your neck and hold you still while he fucks you. He sits you at his feet during meetings, one hand cupping your neck under his desk while you cockwarm him)

Jack Abbot would say some shit like “personality” but really he’s got a thing for your thighs and stomach (he likes to fuck your thighs, he loves to bite the soft swell of your tummy when he goes down on you)

Grant Reilly worships your hands. Soft, but strong (he likes to play with your fingers, intertwine them with his when you go out. He trembles and swears when you jerk him off, your fingers standing out against the flushed skin of his cock.)