Kane Foxx Bottoms For Christian Wilde

Christian Wilde’s wife asked him to drop off his stepson’s duffel bag at the dorms. Christian Wilde drove over, annoyed by the errand. He found a note taped to Kane Foxx’s door: “Campus dump?” The cryptic message made Christian Wilde pause. Curiosity got the better of him, and he let himself inside.

The sight that greeted Christian Wilde was unexpected. There was Kane Foxx, bent over the edge of the bed, completely exposed. Christian Wilde didn’t hesitate. He knelt, his tongue tracing the slick, used contours of Kane Foxx’s hole, tasting the evidence left behind. Kane Foxx shuddered under the intimate contact. Then Christian Wilde was on him, pushing into Kane Foxx without a second thought, taking what was offered. He drove into Kane Foxx with a possessive rhythm, the air thick with their shared transgression.