Canyon Cole Bottoms For Jack Aries

Jack stands up, unbuckling his belt with a smirk. Canyon’s face is inches from his zipper as he unzips and lets his pants fall. His cock, rock-hard and leaking, strains against his filthy white briefs. Jack knows Canyon is about to lose his mind over the musky scent wafting from his crotch—every drop of their earlier fuck session dried and ready to greet his mouth.

Canyon doesn’t waste time; he wants that meat. He plants a kiss on the tip, then drags his tongue down Jack’s shaft, teasing his balls, and swirling around his load that’s ready to explode. Taking Jack’s dick deep, he keeps his eyes locked on Jack, a clear sign that he knows who’s boss.

Jack grips Canyon’s curls, controlling his head as he rides Jack’s cock, sliding over every thick vein. He releases his thighs to hold Canyon’s head in place, forcing him to take more. Jack smirks as the muscles around Canyon’s tight throat bulge with each thrust.

Jack makes Canyon stand, bending him over, and Spit drips from Canyon’s deep, red rim. Jack spreads those cheeks and licks his hole, savoring his own cum inside that used-up pink pussy. It tastes like a fucking nymph, making him crave more.

With a hard smack on the ass, Jack lies down, watching Canyon climb on top, slowly sinking down onto his dick. The sigh that escapes Canyon’s lips turns into a moan as he starts bouncing, impaled on Jack’s thick meat. Jack’s eyes lock onto Canyon’s back muscles, clenching with each thrust, as his cock drills into that perfect, tight space.