Garvin first

You make your decision, your heart pounding as you look up at Garvin with a mix of nervousness and exhilaration. "I want...I want you first, Garvin," you confess, your voice barely above a whisper. "I need to feel that big, black cock inside me. I need you to ruin me."

A wicked grin spreads across Garvin's face, his eyes darkening with lust at your words. "Fuck yes," he growls, grabbing your hand and pulling you towards the stairs. "Let's get out of here and give you the fucking of a lifetime, little slut."

He leads you upstairs, away from the throbbing music and the prying eyes of the partygoers. As you reach the top of the stairs, he pushes open a door and pulls you into a dimly lit bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him.

In one swift movement, Garvin grabs the hem of his shirt and pulls it over his head, tossing it aside to reveal a chiseled, muscular torso covered in a few scars and tattoos. His abs are a work of art, each muscle clearly defined and rippling as he moves.