Leo Forte
Men's Briefs
Men's Briefs
Men's Briefs
Men's Briefs
Men's Briefs
Born to Porn
Born to Porn
Born to Porn
Born to Porn
Born to Porn
Tristan Hunter dreams of one perfect Christmas gift for his boyfriend, Shane Cook: restoring the antique watch Shane's grandfather handed down. Broke as hell, Tristan pulls overtime on cam shows, stuffing his hole with XXL dildos for paying clients like Max Konnor. Chaos erupts when Shane storms home furious, revealing Max as his boss—who's seen every thrust. Tristan stammers his excuse: he did it all to fund the watch repairs. Shane's eyes soften; he confesses he pawned the damn thing months ago to bail Tristan out of debt. They collide in a fierce, hungry kiss. Shane's muscled frame pins Tristan close, his tongue tracing the smooth rim of Tristan's ass, teasing until it quivers. Tristan, craving more, straddles Shane and sinks down on that thick Yule log cock. Shane groans in awe as Tristan rides him hard, the bottom's hand flying over his own shaft while Shane's hips buck wild, pumping that south pole deep into Tristan's welcoming south hole. A handful of raw, girthy thrusts later, Tristan erupts in a massive load. Shane pulls out, draping a hot blanket of cum across Tristan's holiday hole. They cling together, breathless, realizing the truest gift they share costs nothing—just a few strokes to ignite.
Tristan Hunter dreams of one perfect Christmas gift for his boyfriend, Shane Cook: restoring the antique watch Shane's grandfather handed down. Broke as hell, Tristan pulls overtime on cam shows, stuffing his hole with XXL dildos for paying clients like Max Konnor. Chaos erupts when Shane storms home furious, revealing Max as his boss—who's seen every thrust. Tristan stammers his excuse: he did it all to fund the watch repairs. Shane's eyes soften; he confesses he pawned the damn thing months ago to bail Tristan out of debt. They collide in a fierce, hungry kiss. Shane's muscled frame pins Tristan close, his tongue tracing the smooth rim of Tristan's ass, teasing until it quivers. Tristan, craving more, straddles Shane and sinks down on that thick Yule log cock. Shane groans in awe as Tristan rides him hard, the bottom's hand flying over his own shaft while Shane's hips buck wild, pumping that south pole deep into Tristan's welcoming south hole. A handful of raw, girthy thrusts later, Tristan erupts in a massive load. Shane pulls out, draping a hot blanket of cum across Tristan's holiday hole. They cling together, breathless, realizing the truest gift they share costs nothing—just a few strokes to ignite.