MasukGet away fuckThe ski cabin was supposed to be a fun weekend getaway for two best friends. Instead, a sudden blizzard had turned the mountain road into an impassable wall of white. No power. No cell service. Just the howling wind outside and the two of them trapped in a small, rustic cabin with one
The next morning Alex woke to the feeling of a warm, wet mouth on his cock. He groaned, hips twitching up instinctively. Jordan was between his spread thighs, sucking him lazily, eyes half-lidded with lust.“Morning, baby,” Jordan murmured around his dick before swallowing him to the root.Alex’s ha
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The apartment was too small for two grown men who both worked out like it was their religion. Alex had moved in three months ago after his last roommate bailed, and Jordan had been a quiet, brooding presence ever since. At 6'2" with broad shoulders, dark hair that always looked freshly fucked, and a
Jax came first. He buried his cock all the way in and shot his load deep inside Rylan's ass. Rylan followed right after. His cock spurted all over the sheets while he shook.But they did not stop. Rylan flipped them over and climbed on top. "My turn to ride your cock."He grabbed Jax's cock and sank
Jax kicked open the door of the remote mountain cabin and stepped inside. Snow fell heavy outside. The blizzard had trapped him here after the competition. He threw his bag on the floor and froze when he saw Rylan already sitting on the old couch with a bottle of whiskey in his hand."You have got t
The first crack in my perfect, stupid world appeared at 2:17 AM. It wasn’t a sound. It was a buzz. A low, insistent vibration against the nightstand, right next to my head. Jake was dead asleep beside me, snoring like a fucking chainsaw, one heavy arm thrown over my waist, pinning me to the mattress
He was not wearing his academic armor. The tailored suit was gone, replaced by a black, silk shirt that was unbuttoned at the collar, revealing a hint of the dark hair on his chest. He wore dark trousers that fit his long legs perfectly. He looked different, more relaxed, more dangerous. But it was
I worked his cock with my mouth, my head bobbing up and down, my movements slow and steady, just like he’d taught me. I could feel his thighs tensing, hear the slight hitch in his breath when I did something he particularly liked. It was a power trip, a silent, secret conversation in the middle of a
Back in my apartment, which was so small I could touch the stove and my bed at the same time, I tore off my daytime costume. The glasses, which I didn’t even need, were tossed onto the counter. The oversized hoodie, my security blanket, was ripped over my head and kicked into a corner with my faded







