Let rod breed your hole
From Create Your Own Story
You keep riding Rod's cock with abandon, slamming your ass down onto him over and over, the thick shaft splitting you open with every drop. Your hands brace on his broad chest for leverage, fingers splaying across the coarse hair there as you grind your hips in circles, showing him just how much you crave it. 'Fuck me,' you beg, voice raw and desperate, the words spilling out between pants. Rod's eyes darken with lust, his grip shifting from your hips to grab your thighs, rough palms squeezing the muscle as he takes control. He starts jackhammering up into your ass at a ruthless pace, his hips snapping upward with brutal force, pounding that long dick deep into your guts.
The sudden intensity rips a moan from you louder than ever before, your head thrown back as waves of sharp pleasure-pain crash through you. Each thrust bottoms out, his balls slapping against your skin with wet smacks, the friction building that fire in your hole until you're clenching around him like a vice. Rod's breaths come in harsh grunts, his body tensing beneath you as he fucks up hard, driving relentlessly until you feel his release pulsing in your hole—hot spurts of cum flooding your ass, coating your walls in thick ropes that make everything slicker, messier. He lets out a groaning exhale, the sound ragged and satisfied, then his arms drop limp by his sides. In a whisper, exhausted and spent, he mutters, 'Holy fuck.'
Beside you on the desk, Mike's still got Kevin bent over the table, his hips pistoning faster now, building up to his own edge. Kevin's knuckles whiten on the wood, his body jolting forward with every slam, ass cheeks rippling from the impacts as Mike's cock churns inside him. You watch Mike's face twist in ecstasy, his thrusts turning erratic and deep, burying himself to the hilt before he climaxes—grunting low as he unloads into Kevin's hole, pumping shot after shot of warm seed deep inside. Kevin shudders, pushing back to take it all, a broken whimper escaping him. All of you feel it—the electric rush of release hanging thick in the air, bodies slick with sweat and cum, the camera still rolling to catch every twitching aftershock.
‘Let’s get some footage of you boys cumming’ rod says one hand resting on the camera on the tripod stand
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