Cumming Home For Christmas

Dakota Payne stares down the clock. His family's bakery teeters on the brink, doors slamming shut by Christmas unless he lands this deal. Restaurateur Isaiah Taye holds the key—a massive dessert order that could save everything. In the hush of Isaiah's empty dining room, Dakota seals it his way. He eases his pants down, slow and deliberate, offering up his cakes for a private tasting. Isaiah dives in, tongue tracing the sweet curve of Dakota's hole, savoring every forbidden bite. The heat builds. Isaiah shifts, lips wrapping around Dakota's stiff cock, drawing out moans that echo off bare walls. Then Isaiah stretches out on his back, legs parting like an invitation to sin. Dakota mounts him, bare and raw, pounding across the vast floor—tables blurring, chairs scraping—as he turns this silent night into a holy frenzy of flesh. Sweat slicks their skin. Dakota thrusts with desperate fury, every muscle straining to claim the win. Isaiah arches, spilling his fresh load over Dakota's heaving chest. Dakota follows, coating Isaiah's ass in thick ropes of cum, marking the territory. Breath ragged, bodies spent, they collapse amid the ruins. But has this raw bargain bought the bakery's survival, or will Christmas dawn on empty shelves and locked doors?