Buttbusters

Trevor Hansen lured Steve Fox down to the dim basement with a whisper and a knowing smile, the air thick with unspoken promises. Fox dropped to his knees without a word, his pretty face tilting up in surrender. Hansen fed him that mean cock, thrusting deep into the warm, willing mouth, watching Fox's lips stretch around the girth. But Hansen craved more. He decided to claim a different hole, flipping Fox over with rough hands. Gripping the waistband of Fox's jockstrap like reins on a wild ride, Hansen plunged in for a long, relentless fucking—one Fox never begged for, but one that left him gasping, arched, utterly taken.