Bottomless Cafe Episodes
Bottomless Cafe
Bottomless Cafe
Bottomless Cafe
Bottomless Cafe
Drew got stood up. Sherman walks in with a dick that refuses to be ignored. Drew drops to his knees, opens wide, and swallows the thick shaft down to the root. Spit runs down his chin while his throat works the length like he needs it to stay warm. He turns, spreads, and Sherman buries his face between those cheeks. Tongue drags wet and filthy from hole to tailbone. Drew pushes back, hungry for more. Sherman stands, lines up, and drives his cock straight into Drew’s ass. The counter rattles. Each thrust knocks the air out of Drew’s lungs. Drew flips onto his back, legs spread wide. Sherman keeps pounding, but Drew’s hole is asking for something thicker. He climbs onto the counter, presents his open ass, and Sherman slicks his fingers. First two, then four, sliding knuckle-deep. Drew moans when the thumb tucks in and Sherman’s whole hand disappears. A squirt of sauce from a squeeze bottle slicks the wrist. Sherman’s fist glides in and out, stretching Drew wide. He twists, pushes deeper, rearranges everything inside. Drew’s cock jerks untouched. Thick ropes spill across his stomach, dripping down the shaft while Sherman leans in and licks up what he can reach.
Drew got stood up. Sherman walks in with a dick that refuses to be ignored. Drew drops to his knees, opens wide, and swallows the thick shaft down to the root. Spit runs down his chin while his throat works the length like he needs it to stay warm. He turns, spreads, and Sherman buries his face between those cheeks. Tongue drags wet and filthy from hole to tailbone. Drew pushes back, hungry for more. Sherman stands, lines up, and drives his cock straight into Drew’s ass. The counter rattles. Each thrust knocks the air out of Drew’s lungs. Drew flips onto his back, legs spread wide. Sherman keeps pounding, but Drew’s hole is asking for something thicker. He climbs onto the counter, presents his open ass, and Sherman slicks his fingers. First two, then four, sliding knuckle-deep. Drew moans when the thumb tucks in and Sherman’s whole hand disappears. A squirt of sauce from a squeeze bottle slicks the wrist. Sherman’s fist glides in and out, stretching Drew wide. He twists, pushes deeper, rearranges everything inside. Drew’s cock jerks untouched. Thick ropes spill across his stomach, dripping down the shaft while Sherman leans in and licks up what he can reach.