Permission

Hugh Hunter sprawls on the bed, jockstrap shoved aside, while Logan McCree swallows his thick shaft to the root. Logan works the meat until spit runs down his chin. He swings a leg over, sinks onto the pole, and starts riding hard, boots still planted on the sheets. Hugh grabs Logan’s thigh, folds it high against his shoulder, and starts pounding upward. Every thrust sinks deeper, stretching Logan wide. Logan’s hole takes it, his cock bouncing free with each slam. He can’t hold back; thick ropes shoot across the bed while Hugh keeps driving. Hugh yanks out, kneels over Logan’s face, and pumps a heavy load onto beard and open mouth.