Apprentice Grant Ducati couldn’t be happier. This time he’ll be satisfying the urge of one of the most gifted masters, Reece Scott, while master Felix Kamp gives him guidance on Scott’s preferences.
Master Scott, now visibly aroused, his suit straining to contain him, lets his hands roam over Ducati’s trembling form. With a single tug, he undoes the ribbon holding the gown together, and it slips to the floor. Ducati stands there, completely exposed, breath hitching as his body tenses with anticipation.
Scott doesn’t waste time, stripping off his own clothes with practiced ease. He pushes Ducati onto the bed, lowering himself between the boy’s legs and working him open with deliberate precision. Ducati’s fingers clutch at the sheets, his body arching as Scott’s mouth drives him closer to the edge. When Scott finally enters him, Ducati winces but bites down on his lip, determined not to make a sound.
Scott sets a relentless pace from the start, each thrust deeper and harder than the last. Before long, he flips onto his back, his cock standing rigid as he gestures for Ducati to take control. The boy climbs atop him without hesitation, riding him with a mix of determination and desperation that makes Scott groan in approval.
The final round has Ducati on all fours at the edge of the bed while Scott drives into him from behind. It’s rough, almost punishing, and when Scott finally comes, he does so with a force that leaves Ducati shuddering. As Scott pulls out, a messy trail of proof follows, and Ducati collapses onto the bed, panting and spent.
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