Let Rod fuck you now
From Create Your Own Story
Mike's rhythm eases to a deliberate drag, his thick cock sliding out of your ass inch by inch, the slow withdrawal leaving your rim fluttering and slick with his precum. The emptiness throbs, a mix of ache and anticipation, before his hand cracks down on your ass cheek with a sharp smack that stings hot and sends a ripple through your flesh. He steps back, chest rising and falling as he catches his breath, his dick still rigid and glistening from the fuck.
Across the room, Rod grunts and pulls his own cock free from Kevin's hole with a lewd, sucking sound, Kevin's ass clenching visibly as it releases him. Kevin stays sprawled naked on the desk, his pale body limp and flushed, legs now dangling over the edge, feet brushing the floor. Rod wipes a sheen of sweat from his brow with the back of his hand, his dark skin shining under the lights.
You glance over at Kevin, catching his eyes—glazed over with that post-fuck haze, but his face splits into a happy, goofy grin, all blissed-out satisfaction. You can't help but smile back, a shared spark of pure enjoyment passing between you, like you're both lost in this filthy paradise together.
Mike saunters toward the desk, his gaze lingering on Kevin's spread form, but he twists back to eye you with a predatory smirk. 'You boys are so fucking sexy… this is going to be some hot content,' he says, voice rough with lust, nodding toward Rod who's fiddling with the camera tripod, tweaking the angle for a better shot of the action.
Rod finishes up quick, securing the lens before striding over. He drops onto the sofa right beside you, leather dipping under his weight as he leans back, spreading his thick thighs wide. His hard dick stands tall, veined and ready, curving slightly upward with a fresh coat of Kevin's ass juices. 'C'mere,' he rumbles, patting his lap. 'Ride this cock—sit that ass down and work it.'
You shift forward, knees bracketing his hips as you straddle him, the heat of his body radiating against yours. Gripping the base of his shaft, you line him up with your stretched hole and sink down slowly, the broad head breaching you with a burn that morphs into fullness. Inch by inch, you take him in, your walls hugging every ridge until you're seated flush, his balls pressed against your ass. Rod groans deep, hands clamping your hips to guide you as you start to rise and fall, bouncing on his length with building speed, the sofa groaning in protest.
Your hips piston up and down on Rod's length, each descent swallowing his cock deeper into your ass, the stretch pulling a low whine from your throat. He feels longer than Mike's, that extra inch spearing into you with a delicious burn that radiates through your core, making your hole clench greedily around him. The pain twists into raw pleasure, turning you into a total slut for these older guys—letting them pound you raw, pass you around like a toy, all while the camera's lens drinks in every filthy detail. Rod's strong hands grip your hips tight, fingers digging into your skin as he bucks up to meet your rhythm, slamming his shaft home with wet, rhythmic slaps.
His mouth latches onto your neck, teeth grazing the pulse point before his tongue laps sloppily across your collarbone, trailing hot saliva down to your chest. He sucks at your pecs messily, lips smacking against sweat-slick skin, leaving red marks and glistening trails that cool in the air. You arch into it, grinding harder on his dick, the fullness making your own cock throb untouched against your stomach, leaking precum in sticky strings.
Over by the desk, Mike's flipped Kevin onto his belly, shoving him forward until his torso flattens against the wood, ass hiked up high. Mike lines up quick, gripping Kevin's waist as he drives his thick cock back into that loosened hole with a single, brutal thrust. He doesn't hold back—pounding in fast and hard, hips snapping forward in a frenzy that shakes the desk, papers scattering to the floor. Kevin's head lolls side to side with each impact, his tongue lolling out the corner of his mouth, drool pooling on the surface beneath him. 'Fuck yeah, fuck me,' he mutters through gritted teeth, voice breaking into gasps and moans, his pale cheeks flushing deeper as Mike's balls smack against his taint.
The camera whirs softly in the corner, capturing it all—the way your ass cheeks spread around Rod's base as you bounce, the jiggle of Kevin's body under Mike's relentless railing, the symphony of grunts, skin-on-skin claps, and slick squelches filling the room. Rod's breath hitches against your skin, his licks turning to nips as he urges you on with a growled, 'That's it, take it deep—show the lens how much you love this dick.'
