Zak Attack

Thom's body yields under the relentless press of monstrous latex cocks, stretching him wide with unyielding girth. Clear plastic dildos follow, their transparent shafts revealing every slick inch as they plunge deep, teasing his limits. Tension builds in jagged bursts—short thrusts, then a languid, probing rhythm. At last, a firm hand curls into a fist, well-oiled and insistent, burrowing inside him with exquisite precision. It twists, it claims, sending shockwaves through his core. He shatters over the edge, splattering in a hot, messy climax that leaves him trembling, utterly spent. This raw, ass-pounding frenzy burns for those who crave the fire.