Ass of Steel

Rogue Status lies back, legs spread, taking every inch Dakota Wolfe shoves at him with a thick ten-inch dildo. Dakota works it in slow and mean, twisting, pulling, driving until Rogue’s hole gives and a slick rosebud pushes out, creamy lube dripping down his crack. Dakota never lets up; every long thrust pumps more of that thick white mess from Rogue’s guts, and Rogue’s cock stands rigid, jerking with each push. Dakota swaps the toy for an even bigger one, longer, fatter, meaner. Rogue gasps but stays wide, hole stretched shiny, taking it like he was built for it. One ruthless stroke hits the right spot. Rogue’s cock spits a small load without a hand on it. Cum beads at the tip, runs down his shaft. Dakota keeps the toy moving. Rogue grips himself, strokes once, twice, and sprays the rest in thick ropes across his hairy abs and jockstrap. 2015, tattoos slick with sweat, every scene built on toys, hair, ink, and raw need.