Under The Influencer

Shane Cook never cared for the spotlight on his most intimate moments, not for Evan's vast online horde. Yet resistance crumbles under his husband's relentless, feverish hunger. The camera hums to life. Evan drops to his knees, lips parting to engulf Shane's thick shaft, savoring every inch with greedy pulls. He arches then, baring his cheeks so Shane can bury his tongue deep in that clenched, eager ring—teasing, probing, igniting shivers that race up Evan's spine. They drift to the living room, Evan clutching the ring light like a lover's promise. He spreads wide on the couch, legs splayed in invitation. Shane grips his hips, guiding that girthy length inside—slow at first, then relentless. Every bare thrust draws gasps from Evan, his body clenching around the invasion, pulling Shane deeper into slick heat. Flipping onto his back, Evan strokes himself with frantic need, ropes of his own release spilling hot across his chest in glistening arcs. Shane watches, transfixed, before withdrawing just in time. He erupts in heavy bursts, painting Evan's skin for the fans who devour every drop.