Through The Woods

Pierre leaps from Mr. Wolf's car, his heart still pounding from the chase. He collides with Tristan Adonis—tall, sculpted, eyes like polished obsidian. Tristan smirks, offering a ride. But not in his sleek ride. No, he eyes Pierre's plump bubble butt with hunger. In a shadowed alley, Tristan pins him against the cool brick wall. Rough hands yank down Pierre's jeans, exposing that perfect, rounded ass—firm yet yielding, begging for attention. Tristan's thick cock presses against it, teasing the cleft before plunging deep. Pierre gasps, arching back as Tristan thrusts hard, each stroke a relentless rhythm that makes his cheeks jiggle and slap. Sweat beads on their skin; Pierre's moans echo softly. Tristan grips those globes, spreading them wider, pounding until Pierre's legs tremble. He rides that ass like a prize stallion, claiming every inch with fierce, unyielding possession, leaving Pierre breathless and spent.