Extreme Measures

K.C. Hart and Kurt Young summon their houseboy, Dax Kelly, for undivided devotion. Dax drops to his knees without hesitation, eager to prove his talents. His mouth stretches wide, enveloping K.C.'s thick shaft first—lips sealing tight, tongue swirling with practiced hunger. Kurt watches, stroking himself, before stepping closer. Dax's hands grip their thighs, pulling them in. He alternates, sucking Kurt deep now, throat relaxing to take every inch while his fingers tease K.C.'s balls. The air thickens with their grunts. Then, the real test: Dax bends forward, ass arched high. K.C. lubes up, presses in slow—inch by burning inch—stretching him open. Kurt follows, easing alongside, their cocks sliding together into Dax's yielding heat. He gasps, body trembling, but pushes back, clenching around them both. They thrust in unison, filling him utterly, his moans rising like a siren's call amid the slick rhythm of flesh on flesh.