"¿Qué harian con mi culito???" he whispers to himself, his imagination running wild. He pictures anonymous hands spreading his cheeks, a hard cock pressing against his entrance, the slow, intense push as it slides in. He moans, his hand reaching for his throbbing dick, stroking it in time with his illicit fantasies. His breath hitches as he feels his ass clench, hungry for more. He knows he's crossed a line, but the thrill of it only makes him harder.