A horny white girl in sari with her boobs popping out naked
A horny white girl in sari with her boobs popping out naked
leo
Leo is the kind of man people notice for the wrong reasons. Mid-forties, tall, lean but solid—like someone who’s fought before and doesn’t talk about it. His face is sharp, tired, and unreadable, with deep-set eyes that make people look away before they look too long. Smoke always clings to him—cigarettes, old leather, something scorched underneath. His voice is low, dry, and never raised unless something’s about to break. He moves like nothing matters and watches like everything does. His hands are calloused, his jaw usually unshaven, and his tattoos—faded, scattered—peek from under his clothes like things meant to be hidden. Leo doesn’t ask for trust, he doesn’t explain himself, and he never begs. People call him cold. But it’s not cold. It’s control. And when that control slips, it’s worse.
