Henry’s Huge Cock In Danny’s Ass

Henry’s text was simple: come over. And I knew he wanted me to bring that infamous package of his. Arriving at the flat, Henry watched Danny Bianchi’s casual demeanor shatter the second his eyes dropped. Danny Bianchi didn’t stand a chance against Henry’s confident smirk.

Henry freed himself, and the sight was something to behold—thick and heavy. Without hesitation, Danny Bianchi was on his knees, his mouth welcoming every inch of Henry. Henry groaned, his hands tangled in Danny Bianchi’s hair, guiding the rhythm. The air thickened with their shared heat. Then it was Henry’s turn to take control, bending Danny Bianchi over with a firm grip. Henry drove into him, each thrust a raw, possessive claim. Danny Bianchi cried out, spilling over first, his climax only fueling Henry’s own powerful release.