The Disappearance Series, Part III - Redemption

Max Taylor kneels, greedy lips wrapped tight around the leather-masked stud's thick truncheon. He nurses it like a starved pup, sucking hard to milk every drop from that swollen shaft. Trent Reed, the fantasy incarnate, kneels behind, fingers teasing Max's big, gaping hole—spreading it wide, probing deep with a wicked grin. The hooded hunk doesn't wait long. He grabs Max's beefy buns and rams home in three savage positions: first bent over, then on all fours, finally sprawled flat. Each thrust pounds the cum right out of Max, spilling hot and messy. Trent pulls out at the peak, strokes once, twice, and unleashes ropes of his own seed across Max's upturned, eager face—a glistening mask of pure surrender.