Flashpoint: Hot As Hell

'Cards aren't what I had in mind,' the hitchhiker Brad Hunt murmurs, his smile laced with suggestion as he eyes Scott Baldwin. Brad's fingers tangle in Scott's hair, drawing his head down insistently. Hungry for it, Scott parts his lips and takes all nine inches, throat yielding as Brad thrusts deep, face-fucking him with raw rhythm. Then Brad flips him roughly over the backseat, grips those hips, and drives his thick cock into Scott's ass—no preamble, just relentless pumping. Scott arches his back, savoring the churn of that length buried inside him. His ass walls clench and burn with fierce want, his tits afire with the heat. Scott leans back into it, and Brad's hand wraps around his dick, stroking hard while he fucks the cum right out of Scott. Finally, Brad pulls out and unloads, hot ropes painting Scott's back in sticky triumph.