Jack Aries – The Ultimate Cum Dump
Jack Aries proves himself once again as the ultimate cock-hungry bottom
Jack Aries submits to Milo Miles, Dylan Tides, and a primal gang bang brotherhood, his hole stretched, sloppy, and dripping by their relentless bareback fury.
Jack Aries grins wickedly as the first hands grab him—Milo Miles’ calloused palms pinning his wrists, Dylan Tides’ tongue already lapping at his throat. “You asked for this,” Adam Snow growls, ripping Jack’s jeans off as Tyler Tanner and Dalton Riley jostle for position. The air reeks of musk and anticipation, studs circling like wolves as Shane Cook’s cock slaps Jack’s cheek. “Open wide, slut.”
Milo Miles’ thick cock breaches Jack’s lips first, the bearded brute fucking his throat raw while Dylan Tides spreads his ass wide. “Tighter than I fucking thought,” Tides snarls, spitting on Jack’s hole before Jay Stryker’s tongue replaces it. Jack’s moans vibrate around Milo’s shaft as Grant Ducati’s fingers twist his nipples, the gang’s laughter dark and hungry.
“My turn.” Adam Snow shoves Dylan aside, his uncut monster pressing against Jack’s twitching entrance. “Scream for us,” Snow demands, sheathing himself in one brutal thrust. Jack arches, howling, as Tyler Tanner fists his hair. “That’s it—take it, you greedy bitch!”
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Dalton Riley and Shane Cook flank Jack, their cocks slapping his face as Adam Snow’s hips piston. “Sloppy already,” Grant Ducati taunts, finger-fucking Jack’s ruined hole. Jay Stryker doesn’t wait—he rams in alongside Snow, the double stretch wringing a sob from Jack’s throat. “Dripping like a faucet,” Stryker grunts. “Perfect.”
They pass him like a toy: Dylan Tides bending him over the couch, Dalton Riley mounting him doggystyle, Tyler Tanner forcing his cock down Jack’s throat again. Milo Miles reclaims him last, pounding Jack’s gaping hole as the others paint his face and chest with hot streaks of cum. “Still smiling, whore?” Miles rasps, emptying himself deep.
Jack collapses, his asshole glistening, heavy ballsack dripping, as the brotherhood’s laughter echoes. “Round two starts in five,” Grant Ducati warns. Jack’s grin widens.
