Joyride

Kane Fox eyes his stolen ride, now in the greedy clutches of Eddie Patrick and Mike Monroe—two con men with appetites sharper than their scams. Cash runs short for Kane, so he sinks to the rough driveway concrete, parting his lips to take Eddie's thick shaft deep into his throat. The salty pulse of it fills his mouth, demanding every inch. They stumble inside, clothes shedding like inhibitions, launching into a raw bareback frenzy. Eddie and Mike spit-roast him, cocks plunging in tandem—one stretching his hole wide, the other claiming his throat—until Kane's body hums with the overload. Eddie claims first dibs, pounding Kane's ass with relentless rhythm, slick skin slapping against slick skin. Then Kane flips the script, driving into Mike's plump, jiggling bubble butt, the tight heat gripping him fierce. Climax crashes in waves: Kane's face catches the hot, sticky ropes of Eddie's release, thick and unrelenting, painting him in creamy triumph.