Dylan Tides & Lane Colten Share Walker Wild

Saturday night, and Walker’s back in the frat house basement of Beta Beta Pi, mask on, knees spread wide, gazing up at yet another chiseled frat boy with a body that just won’t quit. He’s practically drooling, begging to be torn apart, his hole still throbbing from the last pounding, aching for that sweet stretch of fullness. The memory of thick, hard cocks ramming his prostate is a relentless tease, popping into his head at the most random times, derailing every damn scroll through his phone into an X-rated scavenger hunt. Who knew his prostate was the key to his pleasure palace? Now his brain’s on board, greedy for another wild ride.

But Dylan and Lane? They’re not in the mood to be gentlemen tonight. They’re all about face-fucking him into the couch cushions, rimming him like it’s their last meal, and double-teaming his throat until he’s gagging for air. They end up taking turns, claiming his ass with a breeding frenzy that’s anything but gentle—like they’re on a mission to break him in two. And Walker? He’s all in, taking it raw and sloppy, the mask concealing his clenched teeth and the crazy, turned-on smile that just won’t quit.

They flip him, rail him harder, fucking him until his legs are jelly and he’s nothing but a hot mess, dripping with their cum. Every rough thrust is fuel to the fire, stoking that dirty, desperate need, the craving for that intense fullness, the uncontrollable “yes” that courses through him until he’s just a cum-soaked, well-fucked mess on the floor.