Cruisin' Grounds

Justin Jameson, that infuriating pricktease, always knew how to rattle Aron Ridge. Tonight, the ebony stud had enough. He bent Justin over, whooped that pale white ass until it glowed red like a forbidden fruit ripe for claiming. Aron stuffed a gag into Justin's mouth—his own thick, throbbing cock, silencing the taunts with salty insistence. Then, with deliberate hunger, Aron spread those cheeks and rimmed the tight hole, tongue swirling deep, teasing out shivers of surrender. He flipped Justin, sucked his pole with expert pulls, drawing moans from that gagged throat. Grinning wickedly, Aron grabbed the dildo, slick and unyielding, and jammed it up Justin's ass, stretching him wide with relentless thrusts. Finally, Aron mounted him, fucking hard and fast, pounding into that yielding heat until ecstasy shattered them both.