Dungeon Pig

Tony Orlando craves a wrecked hole. Wrex Wylde sinks to his knees, mouth flooding Tony’s uncut meat with spit, tongue working every inch. When Wrex bends him, leather creaks and Tony’s ass parts for the first slick fingers. Breath by breath the grip loosens until the fist slides inside, sliding deep, knuckles stretching pink. Tony’s cock jerks. He needs a break, so he swallows Wrex to the root while his throat is used like a sleeve. Back on his back, legs spread wide, he strokes in time with each thrust of Wrex’s fist and raw dick. The hole gapes, red and open, while every pump pushes more air inside. Tony’s load splashes across his abs. Wrex leans in, tongue scooping up every warm drop until nothing’s left.