Mickey Knox gets an opportunity to take control, thrusting up. He uses a hand for leverage. “Oh fuck, Mickey,” Ethan Adams groans. “That feels so fucking good,” Mickey whispers. He alternates speeds but it doesn’t matter to Ethan. He wants to get rammed. They change positions. Ethan on his hands and knees. Mickey behind him. Where he belongs. Ethan begins to beat his meat (something Mickey approves of). “You feel so fucking good,” Mickey says, drilling to the balls. He grabs Ethan’s hips, making sure each stroke is felt. “Oh, my goodness,” Ethan whimpers. Ethan’s spot is getting thumped. There are only so many strokes he can take. “Keep fucking me,” he groans. All that pounding and jerking makes him shoot man milk in the bathwater and on his hand. “I’m going to come on your pink hole,” Mickey declares, stroking his own rod. “Please, do,” Ethan responds. “Breed me, please.” Mickey’s cum splatters all over Ethan’s lower back and butt cheeks.
