Breakaway

Ranger Jake Andrews grips his throbbing cock, cruising the backroads for a spark of heat. Luck strikes when he spots Vince Rockland—exotic, with eyes that pierce like daggers, a body sculpted to perfection, and a stalled car by the roadside. The rugged ranger, muscles taut with hunger, knows exactly how to rev that engine right. He hauls Vince's face to his crotch. Thick inches ram deep into the young man's throat, each thrust pumping harder, relentless, stealing breaths. Then Jake spins his prize around. He claims that smooth, rounded ass with fierce, unyielding strokes—plunging in, owning every clench and gasp.