Shadows In The Night

In the haze of a fevered dream, Ray Butler conjures a vision far from his own desires. There stands shopkeeper Bill Marlowe, on his knees before the towering leather god Kris Lord. Bill's hands grip the stud's thighs, encased in gleaming black hide that creaks with every shift. He leans in, lips parting to take Kris's mammoth cock—thick, veined, pulsing with raw need. Bill sucks hungrily, tongue swirling along the shaft, drawing deep moans from the god's throat. Saliva glistens on the leather, mixing with the musk of sweat and desire. Kris's hips buck, fingers tangling in Bill's hair. Then, with a guttural roar, Kris erupts, hot ropes of cum splattering across Bill's upturned face, marking him in sticky triumph.