Room 106

Cazden Hunter checks into his hotel room alone, his body thrumming with unmet need. No plans, no distractions—just raw hunger pulling at him. He digs out his dildo, cues up a steamy porno, and settles in to chase release. But after a few frustrating tries, the toy feels like a pale shadow. He craves the real deal: a big, hot, thick cock stretching his hole wide. He sets up an anonymous hookup, heart pounding with anticipation. When Jack Hunter slips into the room, he spots Cazden exactly as promised—face down, ass up on the bed, framed in a tight jock. Jack wastes no time. He drops to his knees and rims Cazden with fierce hunger, tongue plunging deep. Then, with a wicked grin, Jack slaps Cazden's firm cheeks using his own thick, throbbing cock. Spit-slick and ready, he drives that massive dick straight into Cazden's bare hole—no barriers, just pure, pulsing heat. Cazden arches up, twisting to lock eyes with the stranger as Jack thrusts in and out, claiming him rhythmically. But Cazden needs more than the view. He spins around and engulfs Jack's monster cock, swallowing it whole, throat yielding to the girth. Stretched and slick, he savors the taste before climbing on top. He rides hard, bouncing to bury every inch deeper, that girthy shaft probing his depths like a velvet invasion. Jack flips him onto his back, legs hoisted high, and pounds with relentless force. The pressure builds—Jack can't hold back. He yanks out and unloads, ropes of cum drenching his cock in a hot, fresh spill. Without pause, he shoves back in, filling Cazden just as he grips his own dick and strokes out a thick, creamy load across his abs. Sated, Jack dresses and vanishes, leaving Cazden sprawled on the bed, a glistening, sticky testament to their frenzy.