The Crotch Watcher

After a long day at the office, Gordon Grant craves the thrill of the chase. He spots Chris on Polk Street—a young blond with that hungry spark in his eyes. Gordon doesn't hesitate. He lures him into the car, drives him up to the hills where the city lights fade into shadowed seclusion. There, in the dim glow of his bedroom, Gordon unleashes. He stuffs his thick, heavy cock down Chris's throat first, thrusting deep until the boy gags and gasps, saliva dripping like forbidden nectar. Chris takes it all, eager, his lips stretched wide. Then Gordon flips him over, spreads those firm cheeks, and power-fucks his tight ass with relentless strokes. Each plunge buries that fat shaft to the hilt, pounding rhythmically, building to a savage crescendo that leaves Chris trembling, spent, and utterly claimed.