David Griffin
David Griffin stalks the screen in Construction Zone, the raw blueprint for every forbidden site fantasy. One scene. One partner. Brandon Irons. David boots up, piercings glinting under work lights, and drops to his knees. He rims, fingers, and swallows cock with greedy precision before Irons flips the script and stuffs him with a thick dildo. David jerks his own length while Irons twists his nipples raw. Sweat. Steel-toe. Every thrust punches deeper. The zone stays blue collar, the hole stays wide open, and the tension never breaks.
David Griffin
David Griffin stalks the screen in Construction Zone, the raw blueprint for every forbidden site fantasy. One scene. One partner. Brandon Irons. David boots up, piercings glinting under work lights, and drops to his knees. He rims, fingers, and swallows cock with greedy precision before Irons flips the script and stuffs him with a thick dildo. David jerks his own length while Irons twists his nipples raw. Sweat. Steel-toe. Every thrust punches deeper. The zone stays blue collar, the hole stays wide open, and the tension never breaks.