VIP - The Hustle

In the haze of his X-rated dream, Alex Mecum commands his sultry strip club empire, but tonight lust takes over. Hunky lads in skimpy briefs twist under pulsing strobe lights, their toned bubble butts and swinging balls on full display. They circle him, desperate to worship his monstrous cock. Tension builds—he's on the edge, ready to explode. Then the phone shrills, shattering the fantasy. Lucky for Alex, his bed holds a prize hotter than any dancer: the breathtaking Killian James, his hole primed and waiting to ease that throbbing ache. Alex rolls atop him, slides his thick shaft into Killian's crack, and grinds his hips in lazy circles. 'I'm suffering,' he whispers, voice husky with need. Killian springs into action, mouth open wide and eager. He devours Alex's cock and balls with slick, hungry pulls—pure bliss. But Alex craves more. He flips the script: Killian reclines, legs splayed, as Alex's lips trace his crack, tongue probing deep into that tight hole until it's glistening and ready. Gripping Killian's ankles, Alex thrusts in hard, filling him completely. They shift to a languid sit-fuck, bodies locked in rhythmic passion. Sweat traces rivulets down their skin. Juices spray everywhere on Killian's smooth torso—his own cock erupting upward in hot spurts. Alex unleashes next, his endless, juicy load painting a sticky masterpiece across them both.