As the sun dipped below the horizon, a blanket of dark clouds swallowed the sky. Snow began to fall, slow and soft, painting the world in silence.
Inside Justin's room, Leon stood on the balcony, his gaze locked on the drifting flakes, his expression unreadable.
"Hah... If I were home right now," he muttered, voice low and disappointed, "Selene would be pressing her bare tits into my face, her milk leaking all over me, and Mom would be sucking my cock like some obedient little slut with her mouth-pussy."
*Sigh*
With a sigh, he turned and stepped back into the warm room, his eyes landing on Justin—still curled under the lamplight, his nose buried in a book.
"Why do you keep reading books all the time?" Leon asked, puzzled.
"Because I can't do anything else, Sir Leon," Justin replied calmly, his eyes never leaving the page.
"You really need to fuck some girls." Leon spoke with a disappointed expression.
