Sugar Shack

The trees aren't the only ones tapped this season. Upton Sterling, the syrup-maker, prowls the forest, gathering sap from his maples. His gaze snags on the bulge straining Kenzo Alvarez's pants—a impressive slab of wood begging for attention. Beside a tractor in the shadowed woods, the mustachioed Upton drops to his knees. He engulfs Kenzo's cock, lips sliding down the shaft with hungry precision, then laps at those smooth, heavy balls, savoring their warmth. Eager now, Upton bends over, offering himself. Kenzo grips his hips and drives in bareback, that big, thick dick stretching him wide with each powerful thrust. Upton's own cock flops wildly, slapping against his thigh in rhythm. The pace quickens; they stumble to a wooden trailer. Upton climbs aboard, sinking onto Kenzo's hard log, riding it deep and relentless, muscles clenching around the invading heat. Flipped onto his back, Upton strokes himself to release—creamy jizz splatters his fur-dusted chest, a sticky map of desire. Kenzo pulls out at last, unleashing his own load, showering Upton in hot, sugary spunk that drips like fresh maple drizzle.