Cross Country, Part 2

Roman Heart's heart hammered in terror, his fingers trembling as he dialed the cops. He feared for his very life. Minutes later, the door swung open to reveal Trey Casteel and Kane O'Farrell—two towering hunks in crisp uniforms, their broad shoulders straining against the fabric. Relief washed over Roman, but so did a darker hunger. He surrendered without a word, offering his tight ass to the detectives. They wasted no time. Trey claimed his hole first, thrusting deep with a growl that echoed Roman's gasp. Kane stepped up next, his thick cock sliding past Roman's lips, stretching his mouth wide. They switched seamlessly, taking turns to fill him from both ends—front and back pounding in relentless rhythm—until Roman's body quivered, lost in their commanding rhythm, a willing vessel for their raw desire.