BandidoPVxxx Drills Will Angell

Will Angell presses his face into BandidoPVxxx’s armpit, tongue scraping through wiry curls soaked in musk. He inhales deep, groaning as he licks a stripe from pit to collarbone, saliva mixing with sweat. Bandido grabs Will’s hair, grinding the younger man’s nose harder into his damp flesh. “Chúpalo, puto,” he growls, yanking Will’s head downward. Will obeys, lips sealing around Bandido’s hole—tongue stabbing in circles, spit dripping down the older man’s thighs. Bandido’s fingers twist in Will’s hair, hips jerking roughly against his mouth. “You damn gringo whore—eat it like you starve.”

Will pulls back just to dive in again, lapping at Bandido’s rim until the man’s legs shake. With a sharp slap to Will’s cheek, Bandido shoves him onto his knees. His uncut cock slaps against Will’s lips—thick, veiny, precome pooling at the tip. Will takes it slow, sucking the head with deliberate sloppiness, hazel eyes locked upward. Bandido’s fist tightens in his hair, thrusting deeper until Will gags. “Swallow it all,” Bandido snarls, hips pistoning. “You want this Mexican cock? Take it like the hungry bitch you are.”

Spit strings from Will’s lips as Bandido drags him off, flipping him onto all fours. A thick thumb prods his hole, dry—forcing in. Will hisses, arching his back. “Beg for it,” Bandido demands. “Say it.” Will pants, “Fuck me raw. Need your dick,” and Bandido spits onto his entrance before slamming home. Will’s scream gets cut short by a pillow shoved into his face. Bandido fucks him bruisingly—nails clawing his hips, rhythm punishing. The bed slams into the wall as Bandido growls filth in Spanish: “Te voy a reventar el culo, gringo maricón.”