Snap Shot

Jayden Grey prowls the shadows, camera in hand, chasing leads in the dim underbelly of the night. A sudden grip yanks him back—Adam Killian, all brute force and smirking menace, hauls the startled photographer toward his accomplice, Landon Conrad, who waits with a predatory gleam. Adam shoves his rigid cock past Jayden's trembling lips, forcing the intrusion deep. Landon captures it all on film, the lens devouring Jayden's wide-eyed shame, his cheeks bulging with the unwelcome girth. But Jayden adapts, throat yielding as he takes both throbbing shafts in turn, no fight left, just slick submission sliding down his gullet. The heat builds. They tangle in a frenzy of flesh—sucking, rimming, bodies twisting into urgent knots. Jayden, the wide-eyed intruder, bears the brunt, roughed up and ravished from every angle. Adam and Landon claim him front and back, meaty cocks pistoning in relentless rhythm. Then they push further, both heads breaching his tight ring at once, stretching him to the brink. Pain flares, sharp and searing, but pleasure crashes in its wake—a wicked double invasion that rips screams from Jayden's throat, his body arching in raw, ecstatic defeat. Adam stretches out beneath him, teeth grazing Jayden's straining dick in teasing bites. Landon drives in from above, pounding deep. Climax hits like a storm: one by one, they erupt—ropes of cum spilling hot and thick, sealing the night's savage surrender.