Grand Prize

Alan Lambert kneels before Aiden Shaw, his lips parting to welcome that monster cock. He takes it inch by thick inch, the royal treatment unfolding in slow, deliberate swallows. Shaw's fingers probe first, slick and insistent, loosening Lambert's tight hole. His tongue follows, lapping with hungry precision. Then Shaw rises, gripping his fat pole. He drives it deep, relentless, thrusting Lambert right to the bed's edge—nearly fucking him clean off.