Dex Devall Rides Ace Banner’s Big Member

Dex trembles as Ace’s grip tightens, his pre-cum slicking Ace’s fingers. Ace smirks, sliding his palm up and down Dex’s shaft, murmuring, “So eager for me, huh?” Dex gasps, his hips bucking instinctively. Ace leans in, biting Dex’s neck, marking him, then drops to his knees. He swallows Dex’s cock in one greedy stroke, hollowing his cheeks as Dex fists his hair, moaning, “Ace—fuck—yes!” Ace pulls off with a wet pop, spitting on his hand to lube Dex’s hole, pressing one, then two fingers deep. Dex whimpers, pushing back. “You want this, baby?” Ace rasps, thumb grazing Dex’s prostate. “Please,” Dex chokes out.

Ace lines up, his thick head breaching Dex’s rim as they lock eyes. Dex arches, taking him inch by agonizing inch until Ace’s balls slap his ass. “You’re mine,” Ace growls, pounding harder as Dex screams, “Yours—all yours!” Their bodies slap together, sweat dripping, until Ace flips Dex, ramming him face-down, one hand gripping his hip, the other fisting Dex’s cock. Dex cums first, ropes of thick load splattering Ace’s chest. Ace follows, flooding Dex’s hole, his roar echoing. They collapse, Ace’s softening cock still buried, whispering, “I do. Always.”