Ghosted

River North swears his house harbors a lustful spirit, one that's been stirring up more than just chills. So he summons Crush Daddy and Scott Braun, the chiseled duo from those reality TV ghost hunts, to root out the truth. They arrive, gear in hand, ripped bodies straining against their shirts, waiting for the detectors to ping with otherworldly vibes. But impatience—or maybe the house's naughty influence—takes hold. They claim the couch, cameras rolling for what starts as a side hustle: a raw, bareback romp. Crush Daddy wastes no time, peeling off clothes to reveal his thick, throbbing cock. He positions Scott just so, spreading those muscular cheeks wide. With a firm grip, he sinks in deep, burying every inch into that tight, welcoming heat. Scott groans, arching back, his body a map of hard-earned muscle and dark hair. They thrust and grind, the rhythm building like a storm, sweat gleaming on their skin. Crush pulls out slick and glistening, guiding his cock straight to Scott's eager mouth—ass-to-mouth, no holds barred, tasting the raw essence of their desire. Positions shift in a heated blur. Scott rides Crush, then flips to take it from behind, the couch creaking under their weight. Crush dominates, pounding relentlessly until the tension snaps. They erupt together, ropes of cum splattering across Scott's hairy, sculpted chest and abs, marking him in the afterglow. The camera catches it all, ghosts forgotten for now.