Nightwatchmen

Zane Jacobs bolts through the shadows, a fugitive with the wind at his back, but Officer Josh West closes in fast. The chiseled cop tackles him to the ground, pinning him down with raw muscle. No cuffs this time. Josh spins around and plants his big, hairy ass right in Zane's face, demanding he dive in. Zane doesn't hesitate—his tongue plunges into that sweet, musky hole, lapping hungrily at the coarse fur and tight pucker, savoring every forbidden inch. Josh groans, grinding back, feeding him more. Then he pulls out his nightstick, thick and veined, and shoves it toward Zane's lips. The fugitive sucks it down like the greedy pig he is, lips stretching wide, throat working the meaty shaft with sloppy devotion. But Josh flips the script quick. He yanks Zane's pants down, buries his face between those cheeks, and rims him deep—tongue swirling, teasing the rim until Zane bucks and begs. Josh latches onto his cock next, nursing the hard length with firm pulls, drawing out moans that echo like surrender. Zane's aching now, desperate. Josh lines up and thrusts in, fucking that tight ass with relentless power, pounding deep until sweat slicks their bodies and release crashes over them both in shuddering waves.