Apprentice Colton Fox’s Story Begins With Ace Banner
Master Ace Banner and Apprentice Colton Fox forge a scorching saga of taboo mentorship, blending ceremonial ritual with raw, DILF-driven dominance. The chamber hums with tension as Fox, clad in a gauzy gown that clings to his lithe frame, trembles under Master Banner’s piercing gaze. The DILF’s crisp white suit contrasts starkly with Fox’s flushed innocence, his blond curls catching the light as Banner’s oil-slicked hands glide over his body—forehead, lips, throat—igniting every nerve. Fox’s cock twitches uncontrollably, betraying his arousal as Banner’s fingers trace lower, circling his taut nipples and muscular thighs.
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The master’s hunger erupts: he devours Fox’s mouth in a bruising kiss, a thick finger breaching the apprentice’s virgin hole. Fox whimpers, his body arching instinctively, surrendering to Banner’s expertise. Clothes tear away, revealing the DILF’s tanned, chiseled physique—a god of flesh and authority. Fox is bent over the antique bench, back arched obscenely, as Banner’s 9” cock spears his quivering hole. The boy gasps, nails clawing wood, while Banner’s thrusts crescendo from controlled to feral.
Roles reverse at Banner’s command: Fox straddles him, riding the master’s shaft with shaky determination, his lithe body bouncing in a desperate rhythm. Banner’s hands grip Fox’s hips, guiding him deeper, until primal growls signal his climax—thick ropes flooding Fox’s guts as the apprentice’s own release stripes Banner’s abs.
