Stolen nervous glances hide secrets and desires. I stalk my prey, his eyes locked on mine, his fear and arousal palpable. The air thickens with anticipation as I corner him, my hands grasping his skin. My tongue in his mouth, claims him as mine, as the sound of dripping water echoes. On his knees, he begs for mercy, but I show none, my fingers digging into his scalp. I force him to worship my cock, his lips wrapped around my thick, uncut shaft. The pool a mere backdrop for our desires. I bend him to my will, his body trembling with each thrust, his moans muffled by the sound of water.