The Laundromat Of Lust: Markus Kage & Marcus McNeill
Markus Kage and Marcus McNeill indulge in lust at the Raging Stallion’s laundromat, where laundry and hard fucking go hand in hand. In the neon-lit, detergent-scented haze of the city’s most notorious laundromat—where spin cycles harmonize with stifled moans—Marcus McNeill’s first visit takes a hard left into depravity when he locks eyes with Markus Kage, a muscle-bound predator lurking by the dryers. The unspoken rules here are simple: loads in, loads out. Marcus, equal parts nervous and curious, follows Markus’s nod toward a dim back room, its flickering bulb illuminating a folding table stained with more than just fabric softener.
The door barely shuts before Markus’s hands are on him. Marcus’s jeans hit the floor, his hairy thighs trembling as Markus—all biceps and bad intentions—drops to his knees, tongue lapping at Marcus’s hole like a man starved. “Been waitin’ to taste this,” Markus growls, his stubble scraping Marcus’s cheeks as he rims him raw, fingers digging into the meat of his ass. Marcus grips a laundry cart for balance, his cock leaking pre-cum onto a pile of unsorted socks.
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But Markus isn’t here for foreplay. He hoists Marcus onto the table, calloused hands vise-gripping his neck as he slams into him bareback, the thud of hips drowning out the hum of washers. Marcus’s hole stretches around Markus’s girth, his own hairy dick bouncing with each brutal thrust. “Fuck—right there!” Marcus chokes out, Markus’s snarl hot against his ear: “You came here for a wash, kid? I’ll ruin you.”
The filth escalates when Markus yanks Marcus’s head back, shoving his own spit-slick cock down Marcus’s throat in a ruthless ass-to-mouth pivot. Marcus gags, tears streaming, but Markus doesn’t let up—fucking his face until saliva pools on the linoleum. “Good boy,” Markus grunts, flipping Marcus onto his back to drill him missionary-style, the table screeching as Marcus’s legs hook over his shoulders.
Then, Markus pulls out, blasting his load across Marcus’s heaving chest and beard, while Marcus jerks himself off onto Markus’s still-throbbing cock. They collapse atop a mountain of unwashed towels, Markus’s cum dripping down Marcus’s abs as the dryers buzz in applause. For Marcus McNeill, this laundromat isn’t just for stains anymore—it’s where bad decisions get spot-treated. And Markus Kage? He’s already eyeing the next load.
