Ryder Flynn and Roman Todd collide in this high-octane, bareback session by Randy Blue where passion and unbridledness are at the heart of the act. Ryder—the sly instigator with a smirk that screams “I dare you”—kicks things off by mauling Roman’s chiseled pecs, his hands mapping every ridge like a man possessed. The kiss that follows isn’t tender—it’s a power grab, all teeth and tongue, Ryder’s beard scraping Roman’s jaw as he drops to his knees to swallow the alpha’s cock whole.
But Roman’s no passive participant. He matches Ryder’s throat game with brutal precision, gagging on the younger man’s dick before flipping the script: pinning Ryder facedown and feasting on his hairy hole like a starved beast. The rimming is obscene, Roman’s nose buried deep as Ryder bucks and curses, “Fuck—just breed me already!”
Roman obliges, spearing Ryder in a single thrust that punches the air from his lungs. What follows is a marathon of positions—doggystyle, missionary, Ryder riding Roman’s cock like a bull at a rodeo—each shift driving them closer to the edge. Roman’s hands never stay still: they grope Ryder’s furry chest, twist his nipples, jerk his leaking dick raw. “Cum for me, you brat,” Roman growls, pistoning into Ryder’s prostate until the younger man explodes, ropes shooting across his own heaving abs.
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Roman’s finish is a spectacle—he rams into Ryder one last time, roaring as he floods his hole, then stays buried, grinding deep to milk every drop. When he finally pulls out, Ryder’s gaping, cum-smeared ass says it all: this wasn’t a fuck. It was a statement.
For fans of Ryder Flynn’s bratty energy and Roman Todd’s switch-hitter dominance, this scene is a masterclass in chemistry. The power dynamics teeter wildly—Ryder’s smirk never fades, even mid-scream—proving sometimes the best tops are reformed bottoms. No aftercare, no apologies—just two men chasing oblivion, one brutal thrust at a time.
