The Player

Kyle's gaze locked on Jeff, devouring every inch with unblinking hunger. When Jeff beckoned him closer—'Suck my cock'—Kyle dropped to his knees in an instant, lips parting eagerly. Jeff gripped his hair and thrust deep, face-fucking him with raw command, Kyle's throat yielding to the relentless rhythm he craved like a parched man at an oasis. But desire burned hotter still. Kyle pulled back just enough to gasp, 'Please, Sir, fuck my hole.' Jeff's eyes darkened with approval. He flipped Kyle onto all fours, slicked his cock, and plunged in—plowing that tight ass with fierce, unyielding strokes. Deeper he drove, fingers curling into a fist that he worked inside, stretching and claiming until Kyle shattered, his load spilling hot across the sheets.