He invited me to lunch and thought we would fuck after a nice evening in the moonlight and showing me his grumpy cock, I loved it

The invitation began as something simple: a quiet meal to catch up, talk and enjoy some time together outside the routine. The atmosphere of the restaurant, the dim light and the glances that crossed between courses made everything feel different, more intimate, more charged with intention. The conversation flowed naturally, between laughter and small provocations that no one hid. Each gesture, each accidental touch under the table, ignited curiosity and tension in a gentle, perfect way. There was no hurry, just that feeling that something was going to happen and we both knew it. When we finished eating, we decided to walk a little. The closeness became more evident, hands brushed and looks said it all. One of those moments in which chemistry rules more than words. What followed happened in a completely consensual way, between two adults who attract, understand each other and enjoy exploring what is born naturally.