Double Whammy

Peter's fantasies finally overpowered him. The young artist, pulse racing with raw hunger, locked eyes with Roger—his erotic muse, all chiseled muscle and willing curves under the studio lights. Roger's nod was silent invitation. Peter crossed the room, hands trembling as he traced the model's broad chest, pulling him into a kiss that tasted of forbidden heat. Clothes shed like whispers. There, in the tangle of limbs, Peter knelt, heart pounding, and uncovered Roger's secret weapon: a foot-long supercock, thick and throbbing, promising devastation. That beefy sexpot didn't hold back—one thrust, and Peter shattered, riding waves of ecstasy that proved Roger packed a helluva punch.