Heath with Toy

Heath returns, primed to swing for the fences once more. Beyond wielding his impressive bat, he introduces a couple of toys to probe his eager rear. He stretches out nude on the couch, his body a vision of raw allure. Rough hands seize his cock, stroking its full length with firm, rhythmic pulls. Fingers trace his ass, then one dips inside, teasing the tight ring. Bold and assured, he slicks the area with lube and eases the buttplug in. It glides smoothly, nestling deep and sparking waves of pleasure. Heath sighs, lost in bliss. Next, he grips the manrammer—that sleek, latex rod—and it slithers up his crack without resistance, his sphincter yielding eagerly to take it hilt-deep. He revels in the fullness, yanking his crank harder while his crack devours the intrusion. Switching to the buttplug again, he locks it in place, buried to the base. Climax crashes over him; ropes of cream erupt across his hairy chest, splattering his lips with the salty evidence of his release.