Permission

Rocco Steele scrawls MINE across Seamus O'Reilly’s pale cheeks in thick black ink. The word still glistens when Rocco pushes that fat, veiny cock against the ginger’s lips. Seamus opens wide and takes every inch down his throat, spit running over Rocco’s heavy balls while the big man holds the back of his neck. Once Rocco’s dick is slick, he spins Seamus around, plants him on it, and watches that tight hole swallow him in one long slide. Seamus rides hard—reverse, boots planted, cheeks spread—his ass clapping each time he drops. He leans forward and the pounding gets deeper. Face down on the sheets, Seamus moans into the mattress while Rocco yanks his hair and slams in balls-deep, pulling out just to shove back in and turn the pale skin bright red with sharp spanks. Sweat sheets off both of them. Rocco folds Seamus’s legs high, pounds straight down, and the ginger jerks a thick load over his own stomach. Rocco pulls out, adds his own hot spunk to the mess, and smears it across the word he wrote.