Joaquin Santana Bottoms For Jack Aries
Joaquin Santana and Jack Aries indulge in a ravenous Cockyboys session where mentorship collides with raw, sweaty dominance, sealing Joaquin’s induction into CockyBoys with cum, sweat, and a bruised ego.
Joaquin’s pent-up hunger hits critical mass—hole twitching, cock aching—and right on cue, Jack Aries swaggers in, smirk plastered like a brand. No small talk. Jack’s fingers are down Joaquin’s throat before the door clicks shut, kissing him like he’s sucking out a soul, then dropping to devour his cock with a feral urgency. Joaquin’s no pillow princess—he repays the favor, gagging on Jack’s thick shaft while Jack’s fingers violate his hole, stretching him open like a zipper. “You wanna play rough?” Jack’s grin says it all before his tongue replaces his fingers, rimming Joaquin like he’s licking clean a dinner plate.
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Joaquin’s “expressive bottom energy” kicks into overdrive—moans ricocheting off the walls as Jack flips him into doggystyle, slamming into him with the rhythm of a jackhammer. They switch it up: Joaquin riding Jack’s dick reverse cowgirl, ass clenching like a vice, while Jack spanks his cheeks raw and growls “take it deeper.” Jack’s finale? Pulling out to glaze Joaquin’s gaping hole with a volcanic load, then shoving it back in with two fingers, mixing cum with lube like a twisted chef. The overstimulation rockets Joaquin into his own eruption—stripes of cum painting his chest as Jack smirks, “Welcome to CockyBoys, rookie.”
