Strong Arm Landlord

Drew Dixon thought he paid his landlord back in full. Teddy Bryce has other plans. "Your ass still owes," Teddy says, grinning. Drew pleads—he’s stretched raw already. Teddy just laughs and barks, "Suck my dick if you want to keep the place." Drew drops to his knees. Teddy clamps the back of his head and drives straight down his throat, hips snapping until spit strings off Drew’s chin. When the landlord’s hole needs work, Drew tongues deep, lips slick, getting it wet and ready. Teddy flips onto his back, fists his own thighs wide, and orders, "Glove up and get in." Drew’s first fist slides knuckle-deep. Heat grips him. Teddy growls approval, then rolls Drew onto his back and takes control, stuffing the tattooed forearm deeper, working his own hole until the rosebud blooms pink and glossy. Drew switches hands, punching in short, hard jabs. Each thrust forces a wet slap. Teddy’s cock jerks untouched, spitting thick ropes across his chest, the wall, the floor—everywhere.