Phoenix Leo Barebacks Jason Wolf

Phoenix’s evening unravels as Jason “searches” for his phone, ass bobbing near the couch while Phoenix fumbles a call with Karen. Jason’s lips wrap around Phoenix’s cock, slurps muffled as Phoenix groans, “Faulty dishwasher, baby—gotta fix it.” Karen’s voice sharpens; Phoenix redirects, murmuring filth into the phone while Jason rims him raw, tongue probing deep.

Jason flips, impaling himself on Phoenix’s shaft, hips slamming down as Phoenix grips his waist, drilling harder. Karen demands attention—“Turn around, babe!”—as Jason rides faster, dick flopping, until he erupts across Phoenix’s abs. Phoenix follows, cum streaking Jason’s chin, his voice strained: “Just…plumbing issues, sweetheart.”

Jason smirks, licking his lips. Phoenix collapses, drained, the TV still blaring.