Mind Fuck

Complete strangers, fucking. It's always a thrill, electric and raw—will it ignite pure bliss or twist into something gloriously messy? You dive in blind, and that's the rush. Nick Fitt pondered just that when the hottest delivery guy he'd ever laid eyes on, Steven Lee, showed up with a package at his door. Steven caught the thick wave of lust rolling off Nick the instant the door swung open. It lit a fire in him. A heartbeat of pause, then their lips crashed together right there in the doorway. They stumbled to the couch, hands roaming. Steven, teasing the hunger in Nick's gaze, fed him that long, thick cock. Game on. They swapped turns, mouths devouring each other with sloppy urgency. Nick craved more—dropped low to tongue Steven's hot, fuzzy hole, savoring every inch. Steven flipped the script, rimming Nick deep until he quivered. He slipped a finger in, stretching him slow. Nick begged then, voice ragged: deliver that huge package inside me. Steven obliged, slamming his massive dick into Nick's ass doggy-style, bare, slicked only with spit. He stayed buried, gripped Nick tight, and toppled back onto the cushions. Nick mounted him, riding that rock-hard shaft with wild abandon. On his back at last, Nick locked eyes with his delivery stud, watching Steven pound relentlessly. The sight shattered him—Nick erupted, hot cum splattering his own skin. Steven held back, teasing the edge, then pulled out to unload ropes of his seed across Nick's stomach and chest.