Silver Steele Pounds Max Miranda

Silver Steele leads Max Miranda down to the dungeon playroom, his intentions clear as day. Max, the eager pig, is already hard and leaking, his holes twitching in anticipation. Silver pushes him onto the spanking bench, spreading his cheeks, licking, rimming, preparing that tight hole for his cock. Max moans, pushing back against Silver’s face, begging for more. “That’s it, Max—get that hole ready for my cock,” Silver growls, his saliva dripping from Max’s crack, coating his balls. Silver stands, his thick cock springing free, pre-cum already leaking. He teases Max’s entrance, rubbing the head against that tight hole, before slamming home, their bodies slapping, the bench creaking under their weight.

“Fuck, Silver—you’re so big,” Max chokes out, his body convulsing as Silver’s cock hits that sweet spot over and over. Silver sets a punishing pace, his hips snapping, his balls slapping against Max’s ass, the room filling with the sound of their fucking, Max’s moans turning to screams of pleasure. Silver leans down, biting Max’s shoulder, marking him as his, their bodies slick with sweat. When Silver comes, it’s with a roar—his cock pulsing, his cum shooting deep into Max’s ass, filling him up.

He pulls out slowly, his cock still hard, and spanks Max’s red ass, leaving handprints. “You took my cock like a good little slut, Max,” Silver praises, and Max grins, looking back at him, his body glistening, his hole gaping, leaking Silver’s cum. “Thank you, Sir,” Max replies, his voice breathless, his body trembling with satisfaction.