Adam Snow Slams Zac Steele

Zac’s rough hands guide him into the tent, pushing him through the flap. He stumbles, breathing hitching as Adam strips, his cock already rock-hard. Zac’s eyes widen—his mouth instantly waters, and muscle memory takes control. He gulps down Adam’s length, sucking hard with hollowing cheeks until the man’s thighs quiver, fingers tangled in his hair.

The power dynamic flips faster than a switch. Adam flips Zac over, face-planting him into a sleeping bag. A wet, warm tongue licks stripes up Zac’s spine, then spears straight into his ass. Zac claws at the nylon fabric, gasping as he feels every damn inch.

Adam slides in raw and deep, stretching him wide. Zac arches his back, taking every inch until he’s filled to the brink. His hips start rolling, matching Adam’s bruising rhythm. Whimpers spill from his lips. Flashes of past nights flood his mind: Adam’s cock carving out a space inside him like it owns the place, touching spots no one else has ever reached.

This time it’s even hotter, more raw, and Zac’s all in, fucked senseless and loving every second of it.