Elite Scout Marcus draws the short straw on the campout, meaning he can’t bunk alone and must share a tent with a scoutmaster. The men eagerly draw lots to claim the cute twink for the weekend, and this time, Scoutmaster Snow wins big. He’s ecstatic to have little Marcus as his tent mate, especially after hearing rave reviews from the others about the boy’s perfect, peachy ass. Eager for every moment of intimate ‘quality time,’ Snow wastes no time—once Marcus settles in, the scoutmaster strips down, revealing his thick, half-hard cock. Marcus doesn’t hesitate; he obediently sheds his uniform and drops to his knees, letting Scoutmaster Snow thrust deep into his mouth for a rough face-fuck. But that’s just the warmup—Snow flips the boy over, dives in to rim his tight hole, and preps him for the main event. Not all the scouts can handle Snow’s massive rod without moaning and squirming, but Marcus turns into a total squealer, yelping like a toy with every powerful thrust. Snow positions himself on his back, spreading Marcus wide atop him, and pounds upward into that eager hole, building toward a deep breeding. The harder he goes, the louder Marcus cries out, his squeaks echoing through the camp. Everyone knows the drill for the odd boy out—it’s all part of the weekend fun.
Scout Boys
Adam Snow Breeds Twink Marcus in Scout Gangbang
Elite Scout Marcus draws the short straw on the campout, meaning he can’t bunk alone and must share a tent with a scoutmaster. The men eagerly draw lots to claim the cute twink for the weekend, and this time, Scoutmaster Snow wins big. He’s ecstatic to have little Marcus as his tent mate, especially after hearing rave reviews from the others about the boy’s perfect, peachy ass. Eager for every moment of intimate ‘quality time,’ Snow wastes no time—once Marcus settles in, the scoutmaster strips down, revealing his thick, half-hard cock. Marcus doesn’t hesitate; he obediently sheds his uniform and drops to his knees, letting Scoutmaster Snow thrust deep into his mouth for a rough face-fuck. But that’s just the warmup—Snow flips the boy over, dives in to rim his tight hole, and preps him for the main event. Not all the scouts can handle Snow’s massive rod without moaning and squirming, but Marcus turns into a total squealer, yelping like a toy with every powerful thrust. Snow positions himself on his back, spreading Marcus wide atop him, and pounds upward into that eager hole, building toward a deep breeding. The harder he goes, the louder Marcus cries out, his squeaks echoing through the camp. Everyone knows the drill for the odd boy out—it’s all part of the weekend fun.