Max Sargent Breeds Noah White

Max Sargent barges into Noah White’s dorm mid-prayer, smirk sharp as Noah’s nightshirt hits the floor. “Ain’t you holy,” Max sneers, but Noah’s already on his knees, mouth devouring Max’s cock like it’s sacrament. Noah’s a natural—gagging, slobbering, begging for more—until Max yanks him up, bends him over the desk, and rams two spit-slick fingers into his tight hole. “Fuck—yes!” Noah chokes, Bible tumbling as Max replaces fingers with his thick dick, pounding him raw.

Noah’s ass takes every inch, clenching like he’s been training for this. “Thought you were pure,” Max grunts, but Noah’s too busy screaming into the woodgrain, hips slamming back to meet each thrust. When Max pulls out to bust across his face, Noah opens wide—swallowing every drop like it’s holy water. Post-nut, Noah’s sprawled naked, smirk wicked. “Come back tomorrow,” he rasps. “I’ve got more to confess.”