Acres Of Ass 1

Eric runs his tongue over every slab of Alfredo’s muscle, lapping sweat and salt like he can’t get enough. Alfredo lets the praise linger, then hands him a thick twelve-inch dildo. Eric turns, cheeks spread wide, rosebud already open and twitching. Alfredo grips the base and pushes the toy in—slow at first, then harder—until it sinks deep and Eric’s hole grips and shudders around it. Leather creaks, breath catches, and the rhythm builds: every thrust of the dildo makes that rosebud bloom and clench again, begging for more, right up to the thick root. Year after year, that same hunger never fades.