If I could have anything for hours on end with the sultry Spaniard, Manuel Reyes, I wouldn’t care what it was as long as it involves looking into his eyes. Those piercing, light blue eyes could get me to do whatever Manuel wanted. It was his eyes, his words, and his touch that roped me into inviting him to my hotel room early one morning in Spain. As soon as I opened my door and his eyes flashed at me I knew neither of us was leaving without being covered in sweat and...Presented by Fleshbot