ROBBIE PRESCOTT

Posted on May 7, 2026

Walked into the room, and there was Damien Blade, sprawled out, lost in pleasure, working that sexy boy pussy with a vibrator. Damn, I didn’t stand a chance. One look, and I was on my knees, tongue-first, devouring every sweet drop of him. Fuck, he tasted so damn good. That boy’s clit in my mouth? Pure fucking bliss. And when he wrapped those lips around my cock? Heaven.

I had to have more. Flipping him over, I spread those cheeks and worked his tight little hole, fingers deep inside, teasing, stretching—getting him ready for what he really needed. Sliding my cock in, I felt every inch of his heat gripping me, milking me, taking me all the way in. We weren’t stopping there.

Moving him to the bedroom, I got another taste—his body under my tongue as I tasted my own precum from his dripping hole. And when he climbed on top, fuck, he rode me like he was made for it.