Dylan Tides and Jimmy Standard are hotter than ever. Dylan, playing the tantalizing role of Jimmy’s stepson, brings an extra dose of forbidden fruit flavor to their scorching-hot encounter.
Jimmy, dressed to the nines in his corporate armor, is on the brink of stepping out the door when Dylan makes his entrance, oozing sex in every lazy, languid stretch as he lounges on the bed like a cat in heat. Jimmy’s no stranger to the fire in Dylan’s eyes, and despite the ticking clock, he’s ensnared by the magnetic pull of the young stud’s raw, unbridled sexuality.
“You know I don’t have to be a slave to my job anymore, right?” Jimmy purrs, a wicked glint in his eye as he tosses his career obligations to the wind and slinks onto the bed, joining Dylan in a dance of temptation. The atmosphere is charged, heavy with the promise of what’s to come, and Dylan seizes the moment with the confidence of a man who knows exactly what he wants.
As Jimmy reclines, surrendering to the inevitable, Dylan’s hands are a blur of motion, deftly undoing Jimmy’s belt and pants with an expertise that speaks of countless stolen moments. He takes Jimmy into his mouth with a hunger that leaves his stepfather gasping for air, a moan escaping his lips as he succumbs to the exquisite torment. Dylan, not one to be outdone, tantalizes Jimmy by letting his own jeans slide south, just enough to offer a maddening peek at the treasure hidden beneath.
Jimmy’s control snaps, and with a feral hunger, he moistens his fingers and delves into the forbidden territory between Dylan’s taut, inviting cheeks. Each caress sends shockwaves through them both, stoking their fiery need to a fever pitch. Jimmy’s touch is maddening, teasing and delving until Dylan’s craving to be taken becomes a desperate ache.
With a primal growl, Jimmy flips Dylan onto his back, parting his legs in a silent, urgent plea. He hovers above Dylan, their bodies radiating a scorching heat that neither can resist. As Jimmy presses inside, Dylan yields to the overwhelming fullness, his body eagerly embracing every hard inch of Jimmy. Jimmy’s thrusts are deep and relentless, a rhythm that builds a crescendo of pleasure that threatens to consume them both.
The question hangs in the air, unspoken but palpable: how long can Jimmy maintain this razor’s edge of ecstasy before he explodes, filling Dylan with the searing heat of his release? The answer comes with a final, frenzied plunge, as Jimmy surrenders to the inevitable, spilling into Dylan with a force that leaves them both spent and gasping, awash in the afterglow of their passion.
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