Colton Fox Gets Fucked Deep By Reece Scott

Colton Fox dropped to his knees like a man possessed, his hands worshipping the muscular curves of Master Reece Scott’s calves with a soapy cloth. His touch was sinfully slow, teasing, as if he was caressing every inch of Scott’s body with his eyes first. The air charged with lust as Scott’s hard cock sprang free, demanding attention. Colton’s lips parted in anticipation, his mouth watering for a taste of that throbbing flesh that beckoned him like a siren’s call.

“Get up here,” Scott’s voice was a low rumble, hands fisting in Colton’s hair and guiding him up to scrub that hard chest. Colton’s palms glided over Scott’s pecs with a mix of adoration and drama, his thumbs circling those tight nipples until Scott’s breathing turned ragged. Their kiss was a fierce clash of teeth and desire, clothes shredding under Scott’s impatient hands as he bared Colton’s quivering body.

Colton was manhandled onto the bed, his back bowing as Scott’s mouth blazed a trail from his balls to his ass. “You know what I want to hear,” Scott growled, his fingers digging into the flesh of Colton’s hips, preparing him with ruthless precision. Colton’s pleas were a symphony of need, his body yielding to Scott’s relentless thrust, each snap of Scott’s hips pulling achorus of “please” from Colton’s lips.

Now on all fours, Colton met each of Scott’s powerful thrusts with a wanton grind of his own, their sweat-soaked bodies slapping together in a lewd dance. Scott’s possessive grip left Colton’s ass stinging, the fiery pain only heightening the pleasure. With a guttural roar, Scott filled Colton to the brim, marking him both inside and out. A rough finger, slick with their mingled fluids, painted a claiming mark on Colton’s forehead. “You’re fucking mine,” Scott’s voice was a low growl, his eyes devouring the sight of Colton, spent and thoroughly claimed. Colton’s surrender was complete, his whispered “yours” the sweetest sound to Scott’s ears.