That smile of Luka’s? It’s a goddamn weapon, dripping with fuckboy energy that makes me want to drop to my knees courtside and worship every inch of his 6’7 frame. Picture me, in nothing but a rainbow jockstrap, screaming his name from the rafters as he hits a fadeaway, his biceps flexing like they’re begging to toss me around. I’m fantasizing about licking the sweat off his abs post game, our bodies tangled in a Dallas penthouse, with his no look passes replaced by no holds barred thrusts. Luka’s beauty is a full on NSFW fever drea every glance, every move a pornographic masterpiece that leaves me hard, breathless, and ready to paint the town in glitter and cum.