Roman Todd Drills Jack Emhoff

Roman Todd and Jack Emhoff pick up right where they left off, off-camera history fueling their on-screen chemistry. Jack drops to his knees, taking Roman’s thick cock like it’s his favorite treat, swirling his tongue, sucking, devouring. Roman’s head falls back, a groan rumbling in his chest as he tangles his fingers in Jack’s hair, setting the pace. “Fuck, Jack—your mouth is perfect,” he grunts, hips snapping. Jack moans in response, taking him deeper, Roman’s cock hitting the back of his throat, eyes watering with the effort. Roman pulls out, a wicked smirk on his face as he spins Jack around, smacking that bubble butt, leaving a handprint. Jack yelps, looking back at him with a grin. “More, Roman. Give me more,” he begs. Roman obliges, licking, fingering, preparing, before lining up and slamming home.

Jack’s scream of pleasure is music to Roman’s ears, his hips snapping as he pounds into him, their bodies slapping, the bed creaking. “You like that, Jack? You like my cock?” Roman growls, and Jack’s response is a string of yeses and pleas, his body trembling, his hole clenching around Roman’s thick cock. Roman flips him onto his back, hooking Jack’s legs over his shoulders, drilling into him with renewed vigor. Jack’s moans turn to screams, his body convulsing as Roman hits that sweet spot over and over. Roman’s release is a roar, his cock pulsing, filling Jack with his seed. But he’s not done—he pulls out, stroking his cock, painting Jack’s hole and inner thighs with his cum, mixing it with Jack’s own leak. They collapse into each other’s arms, kissing, their bodies slick, hearts pounding. “Fuck, Jack—that was intense,” Roman murmurs, and Jack just grins, pulling him in for another kiss. “Welcome back, Roman,” he says, and they both laugh, content, spent, and utterly satisfied.