Max Mabry Bottoms For Colt Spence

Colt Spence was resigned to a quiet, solitary Thanksgiving, his only excitement a late-night pizza order. When the doorbell rang, Colt Spence found himself facing Max Mabry, the deliveryman, whose hungry gaze had nothing to do with food. Max Mabry decided his shift was officially over. “I have a better idea for our holiday,” Max murmured, stepping inside.

Colt Spence didn’t need much convincing. Soon, Colt was groaning as Max Mabry’s talented mouth worked him over. Returning the favor, Colt Spence explored Max Mabry with his tongue before sliding deep inside him. The pace they set was frantic, a desperate feast. Colt Spence drove into Max Mabry until they both shuddered, sated and breathless, a new tradition thoroughly established.