Milo Miles Tops Twink Rocky: Bareback Breeding Vol. 2
A few months back, I would’ve cracked up at the idea of having too many twinks to fuck—there are never too many tight twink asses craving a real man’s cock. But now, working full-time at Carnal House, I’ve got an endless supply of eager, doe-eyed twink boys lining up for my thick eight-inch uncut hog. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Every time I slide into another virgin-tight hole, I thank my lucky stars for these addicted little sluts. With my beer-can-thick girth (think Red Bull can), every twink feels impossibly snug, no matter how many times they’ve taken it before. These petite guys start off intimidated, eyes widening at the sight of my massive dick, but as a big, strong top, I wrap my arms around them, pull them close, and show them exactly what Daddy Rocky can do. Not a single one walks away without begging for round two. It’s a dream gig—fresh twink holes everywhere, always new to me at least. I don’t want to settle down with just one (or even three); I’m always rock-hard for the next conquest. At Carnal House, the flock of twink fuckboys grows daily, all hooked on my raw power. I’m a total service top at heart, a pushover for those whimpers of ‘It’s been forever, Sir—I need your cock so bad.’ Legrand pays me for the job, not the endless breeding sessions (though I wish!), but I always carve out time to drain these balls deep inside them. This afternoon, it was Milo’s turn—the hottest little Latin twink candy I can’t get enough of. He’s shy, hardworking, never pushes like the others, so when I realized it’d been too long, I made it quality time for us both. Milo’s a pro: he opens wide for my throat-fucking, gagging and drooling as I test his limits (balls-deep is a fantasy, but damn, he tries). His ass? Perfectly trained—no need to rim if I don’t want to. I was so fired up from his sloppy blowjob that I lounged back on the sofa and ordered him to ride my fat uncut cock. He winced, his tight hole spasming around my thickness as he sank all the way down, but once he did, I gripped him tight and bounced that Latin twink body like my personal fleshlight. Fuck, the way his guts clenched was pure bliss. For the serious breeding, though, I flipped him onto his back—legs spread wide for max depth and leverage. Milo’s flexible as hell; I rolled him into a ball, ankles on my shoulders, propping up on arms and toes to power-pound that twink pussy. He begged for my load like the good boy he is, and I flooded his hole with every thick rope from my heavy balls. No way I was holding back—twink breeding is what I do best.
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Milo Miles Tops Twink Rocky: Bareback Breeding Vol. 2
A few months back, I would’ve cracked up at the idea of having too many twinks to fuck—there are never too many tight twink asses craving a real man’s cock. But now, working full-time at Carnal House, I’ve got an endless supply of eager, doe-eyed twink boys lining up for my thick eight-inch uncut hog. And trust me, I’m not complaining. Every time I slide into another virgin-tight hole, I thank my lucky stars for these addicted little sluts. With my beer-can-thick girth (think Red Bull can), every twink feels impossibly snug, no matter how many times they’ve taken it before. These petite guys start off intimidated, eyes widening at the sight of my massive dick, but as a big, strong top, I wrap my arms around them, pull them close, and show them exactly what Daddy Rocky can do. Not a single one walks away without begging for round two. It’s a dream gig—fresh twink holes everywhere, always new to me at least. I don’t want to settle down with just one (or even three); I’m always rock-hard for the next conquest. At Carnal House, the flock of twink fuckboys grows daily, all hooked on my raw power. I’m a total service top at heart, a pushover for those whimpers of ‘It’s been forever, Sir—I need your cock so bad.’ Legrand pays me for the job, not the endless breeding sessions (though I wish!), but I always carve out time to drain these balls deep inside them. This afternoon, it was Milo’s turn—the hottest little Latin twink candy I can’t get enough of. He’s shy, hardworking, never pushes like the others, so when I realized it’d been too long, I made it quality time for us both. Milo’s a pro: he opens wide for my throat-fucking, gagging and drooling as I test his limits (balls-deep is a fantasy, but damn, he tries). His ass? Perfectly trained—no need to rim if I don’t want to. I was so fired up from his sloppy blowjob that I lounged back on the sofa and ordered him to ride my fat uncut cock. He winced, his tight hole spasming around my thickness as he sank all the way down, but once he did, I gripped him tight and bounced that Latin twink body like my personal fleshlight. Fuck, the way his guts clenched was pure bliss. For the serious breeding, though, I flipped him onto his back—legs spread wide for max depth and leverage. Milo’s flexible as hell; I rolled him into a ball, ankles on my shoulders, propping up on arms and toes to power-pound that twink pussy. He begged for my load like the good boy he is, and I flooded his hole with every thick rope from my heavy balls. No way I was holding back—twink breeding is what I do best.