Security Guard Rocky Vallarta Gets Banged By Trent King
Rocky Vallarta & Trent King’s Perfect Start Of The Day
While doing his morning rounds, security guard Rocky Vallarta gets a lucky break when he stumbles upon Trent King’s XXL erect penis. Of course, Rocky immediately grabs the “lucky thing.”
Rocky Vallarta’s morning patrol just took a hard left when he stumbles on Trent King—a suited-up stud passed out post-party, pants sagging like a bad excuse. One glance at that tent in Trent’s slacks, and Rocky’s inner opportunist flips the “go time” switch.
Security protocol? Out the window. Rocky’s mitts dive into Trent’s zipper, fishing out a semi that’s begging for attention. His own dick’s at half-mast, adrenaline pumping like he’s robbing a bank—any second someone could walk in, but horny logic wins.
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Trent stirs, groggy but still packing enough morning wood to build a cabin. Rocky’s already throat-deep, slurping like a man possessed, when Trent’s eyes snap open—not to fight, but to fist Rocky’s hair and skull-fuck him raw. Turns out, last night’s party left Trent’s balls bursting, and Rocky’s mouth? The perfect relief valve.
No chit-chat, no foreplay—just Trent flipping Rocky around, slamming him against the nearest wall, and drilling him like he’s late for work. Rocky’s clinging to his security badge like a lifeline, muffling moans as Trent unloads a week’s worth of sin into his hole.
Moral of the story? When life hands you a sleeping hunk with a boner, strike while the iron’s hot. Rocky didn’t just catch a trespasser—he caught the ride of his life. Clock out, indeed.
