Indecent Encounters Episodes
Indecent Encounters
Indecent Encounters
Indecent Encounters
Indecent Encounters
Race's elbow's buried in Tommy Rawlins. The kid's on his back, legs splayed on a gurney, hole already stretched wide. Race starts slow, two hands twisting and sliding, then he starts throwing punches. Every time his fist lands, more lube spills out and Tommy's ass just keeps opening. Soon it's a red, sloppy wreck. Tommy pushes and a thick rosebud slides out, wet and trembling. Race fingers the swollen lips, pinches them, plays with the bloom, then slams back in for deeper punches. Tommy gasps, chest jumping, scared and greedy at once. The punching turns relentless, and his guts swell, forcing another glistening bud through the ring. Race hauls him off the gurney, bends him over the steel, and keeps driving—hard, fast, fist after fist. Between strokes he makes Tommy push the rosebud out, then feeds his own leaking cock straight into the raw opening. The bottom moans every time. Race flips him back up, pounds until his own load shoots, one after another, striping Tommy's jock, his cock, his belly. Then he shoves the spent bottom back into the cage, hole still pulsing.
Race's elbow's buried in Tommy Rawlins. The kid's on his back, legs splayed on a gurney, hole already stretched wide. Race starts slow, two hands twisting and sliding, then he starts throwing punches. Every time his fist lands, more lube spills out and Tommy's ass just keeps opening. Soon it's a red, sloppy wreck. Tommy pushes and a thick rosebud slides out, wet and trembling. Race fingers the swollen lips, pinches them, plays with the bloom, then slams back in for deeper punches. Tommy gasps, chest jumping, scared and greedy at once. The punching turns relentless, and his guts swell, forcing another glistening bud through the ring. Race hauls him off the gurney, bends him over the steel, and keeps driving—hard, fast, fist after fist. Between strokes he makes Tommy push the rosebud out, then feeds his own leaking cock straight into the raw opening. The bottom moans every time. Race flips him back up, pounds until his own load shoots, one after another, striping Tommy's jock, his cock, his belly. Then he shoves the spent bottom back into the cage, hole still pulsing.