Kane Fox pulls up to deliver a pizza to Cody Seiya, only to watch his car sputter and die right there in the driveway. Cody, ever the gracious host, waves him inside with a warm smile. The door clicks shut. Tension hums in the air like a plucked string. One lingering glance sparks the flame. Kane's hands find Cody's waist, pulling him close. Lips crash. Clothes scatter like forgotten promises. Kane's thick, hairy cock thrusts deep into Cody's eager throat, stretching it wide. Cody gags softly, eyes watering, but he takes every inch with hungry determination. Kane grips his hair, guiding the rhythm—slow at first, then relentless. Spit slicks the shaft, dripping down Cody's chin. They tumble to the couch. Kane flips Cody onto all fours, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in with his tongue. He laps at the tight hole, teasing the rim until Cody moans, arching back for more. Satisfied, Kane rises. No barriers. Just raw need. He presses in bare, inch by throbbing inch, filling Cody completely. The muscular bottom bucks against him, muscles clenching, sweat gleaming on his skin. They fuck across the cushions—fierce, unyielding. Kane pounds deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Cody's cries echo, his body trembling on the edge. Kane pulls out just in time, stroking himself to release. Hot ropes of cum splash across Cody's drained, quivering form, marking him in sticky triumph.
Kane Fox pulls up to deliver a pizza to Cody Seiya, only to watch his car sputter and die right there in the driveway. Cody, ever the gracious host, waves him inside with a warm smile. The door clicks shut. Tension hums in the air like a plucked string. One lingering glance sparks the flame. Kane's hands find Cody's waist, pulling him close. Lips crash. Clothes scatter like forgotten promises. Kane's thick, hairy cock thrusts deep into Cody's eager throat, stretching it wide. Cody gags softly, eyes watering, but he takes every inch with hungry determination. Kane grips his hair, guiding the rhythm—slow at first, then relentless. Spit slicks the shaft, dripping down Cody's chin. They tumble to the couch. Kane flips Cody onto all fours, spreads those firm cheeks, and dives in with his tongue. He laps at the tight hole, teasing the rim until Cody moans, arching back for more. Satisfied, Kane rises. No barriers. Just raw need. He presses in bare, inch by throbbing inch, filling Cody completely. The muscular bottom bucks against him, muscles clenching, sweat gleaming on his skin. They fuck across the cushions—fierce, unyielding. Kane pounds deep, hitting that sweet spot over and over. Cody's cries echo, his body trembling on the edge. Kane pulls out just in time, stroking himself to release. Hot ropes of cum splash across Cody's drained, quivering form, marking him in sticky triumph.
