The Dark Side

Jason Tyler's hands tremble as he completes the ritual, his voice a husky whisper over the flickering candles. The air thickens, charged with forbidden energy, and there—Josh Weston stirs, eyes snapping open, his body rising from the cold slab like a god reborn for one insatiable purpose. Jason's pulse races; this reunion demands everything. He straddles Josh's hips, the massive length of Josh's cock standing rigid, a throbbing promise. Jason lowers himself slowly, inch by unyielding inch, until that huge tool fills him completely, stretching him to the brink of ecstasy. He rides hard, muscles clenching, hips grinding in a relentless rhythm. Josh's breaths come ragged, his hands gripping Jason's thighs, but he doesn't touch himself—doesn't need to. The pressure builds, coiling tight, until Josh erupts, his hot load spilling across Jason's ass in thick, pulsing ropes, marking the pounding of a lifetime.