Backdrop

Devin Davenport, a wide-eyed country boy, steps into the city's electric chaos, senses reeling from the neon hum and endless rush. He arrives at Craig Hoffman's sleek loft, where the air crackles with focused energy. Craig, lens in hand, captures the golden perfection of Drew Kelley—a blond Adonis who commands the light. Devin lingers in the shadows, transfixed. Drew flexes his sculpted muscles, veins tracing paths like rivers on marble. He strokes his huge dick, thick and insistent, teasing it to full, throbbing life. Then he turns, parting firm cheeks to showcase his tight ass, a ripe invitation. Heat surges through Devin, unbidden and fierce. His hand slips down, fingers wrapping his own hardening length, pumping in rhythm with the scene. He can't resist. Dropping to his knees, he buries his face in Drew's ass, tongue tracing circles, probing deep into the warm, musky cleft. Craig watches, a sly grin spreading as his cock stirs, swelling against his jeans. Devin rises, lips eager, and takes Drew's stiff prick into his mouth—sucking with hungry pulls that draw low moans from the model. Craig steps closer, unzipping to free his monster cock, veined and immense. He feeds it to Devin, who gags at first, then yields, throat stretching around the girth. But the sheer size overwhelms him, the room's feverish pulse too much. Devin snatches his clothes and bolts, leaving the air thick with unfinished want. Alone now with Drew, Craig kneels, fingers slicking the model's hole, warming it with patient strokes until it yields, soft and ready. He positions himself, sliding his giant cock in slow, inch by deliberate inch, savoring the clench. Drew gasps, arching back. Craig builds the pace—thrusting harder, withdrawing with a wet drag, bodies slapping in raw sync. He slams deep, relentless, grinding until Drew shudders and spills his load in hot spurts. Craig pulls back just in time, blasting ropes of cum across Drew's heaving back.