Private Show

Jackson Reed's live on cam, stirring something in the kitchen, when Roman Todd saunters in. With a sly grin, Jackson pitches the idea: fuck on stream to spike their viewer count. Roman's eyes light up—he's in. No hesitation. Their lips crash together, hungry and urgent, as fingers dive into each other's shorts. Jackson's hand wraps around the prize: Roman's big, stiff cock straining against his bulging undies. A thrill shoots through him. He sinks to his knees, eager, and pulls it free into his wet, waiting mouth. He sucks with relish, slurping every inch of that extra-thick shaft, tongue tracing veins like a map to pleasure. Roman groans, then takes his turn. The muscle hunk drops before Jackson's swimmer's build, swallows his girthy cock whole. Slowly, teasingly, Roman works lower, circling to that tight ass. His tongue laps broad strokes, opening Jackson up, probing with wicked precision until the stud's loose and begging. Satisfied, Roman rises and drives his hard rod deep into Jackson's backside. But Jackson craves the view—he spins, lies back on the counter, legs spread wide. Roman pounds on, relentless, hammering Jackson's prostate with each thrust. The rhythm builds, intoxicating. Jackson teeters on the edge, then shatters: cum blasts across his chest in hot ropes. He drops to his knees once more, face tilted up, ready for the finale. Roman delivers, pumping his load in a thick river that splatters Jackson's cheeks, drips down to his heaving, sweat-slicked body—a sticky crown for the eager king.