Marcus Iron moves like liquid fire, his eyes locked on Billy Kincaid as he peels away his shirt with deliberate slowness. Fingers trace the lines of his own muscled chest, teasing the air between them. Billy watches, breath catching, his cock already straining against his jeans. Marcus smirks, unbuckling his belt with a snap that echoes promise. Pants slide down, revealing the thick bulge in his briefs, heavy and insistent. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, dragging them low, his hard shaft springing free—veined, throbbing, ready to claim. Billy's tight, young ass clenches in anticipation, begging for the stretch. Marcus closes the distance, positions himself, and thrusts in deep. He pounds relentlessly, hips slamming, filling Billy until sweat slicks their skin and moans fill the room. Billy takes it all, body arching, until the pressure builds too fierce. He shatters, shooting his load in hot spurts across his stomach, utterly spent.
Marcus Iron moves like liquid fire, his eyes locked on Billy Kincaid as he peels away his shirt with deliberate slowness. Fingers trace the lines of his own muscled chest, teasing the air between them. Billy watches, breath catching, his cock already straining against his jeans. Marcus smirks, unbuckling his belt with a snap that echoes promise. Pants slide down, revealing the thick bulge in his briefs, heavy and insistent. He hooks his thumbs in the waistband, dragging them low, his hard shaft springing free—veined, throbbing, ready to claim. Billy's tight, young ass clenches in anticipation, begging for the stretch. Marcus closes the distance, positions himself, and thrusts in deep. He pounds relentlessly, hips slamming, filling Billy until sweat slicks their skin and moans fill the room. Billy takes it all, body arching, until the pressure builds too fierce. He shatters, shooting his load in hot spurts across his stomach, utterly spent.
