Greyson Lane and Toby Brooks ignite a mentor-meets-rookie session where decades of dominance meet raw, unbridled hunger. Toby, the ripped Oklahoma rookie with a passion for line dancing and taking thick cock, sheds his denim under Greyson’s veteran gaze, his muscular frame a canvas of sweat and anticipation. Greyson’s hands map every ridge of Toby’s farm-bred physique before his mouth claims the rookie’s hole, priming it for the main event.
The barn-turned-boudoir becomes a battleground of primal rhythm as Greyson pistons into Toby’s vise-like grip, their chemistry erupting in sweat-slicked slaps and guttural growls. “Fuck me like you own me,” Toby gasps, and Greyson answers with decades of top-tier precision, drilling him bareback until Toby’s back arches, his drawl dissolving into incoherent moans. The camera captures his transformation: sweat-drenched chest heaving, beard glistening, hands clawing at Greyson’s shoulders as he milks the creampie deep into his guts.
This isn’t just a lesson—it’s a claiming. Toby emerges as Private Playground’s newest power bottom, baptized in the fire of Greyson’s relentless rhythm. Southern charm? Meet Southern thunder.
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