
In the final act, Brendan Davies claims total command over Steve Cruz and Park Wiley. He grips the clippers with steady intent, shearing Steve's hair down to bare scalp in deliberate strokes, exposing skin that gleams under the dim light. The air thickens with anticipation. Then comes the onslaught—a savage, indelible rut where bodies collide and boundaries shatter. Brendan drives deep, relentless, marking them both with thrusts that echo like thunder, sweat-slicked limbs twisting in raw surrender.
In the final act, Brendan Davies claims total command over Steve Cruz and Park Wiley. He grips the clippers with steady intent, shearing Steve's hair down to bare scalp in deliberate strokes, exposing skin that gleams under the dim light. The air thickens with anticipation. Then comes the onslaught—a savage, indelible rut where bodies collide and boundaries shatter. Brendan drives deep, relentless, marking them both with thrusts that echo like thunder, sweat-slicked limbs twisting in raw surrender.