Security Checkpoint: Michael Del Ray Inspects Jack Hunter
Are you ready for a different kind of airport security check? Michael Del Ray and Jack Hunter give it to us in a very sticky and sexy way. Michael Del Ray, a seasoned security agent, finds solace in the mundane—empty pockets, checking for liquids, scanning the X-ray. But today, fate delivers an enticing deviation: Jack Hunter, a charismatic traveler with a mysterious package. Del Ray’s eyes narrow as he beckons Jack to the side, his gloved hands already itching to explore.
“What do we have here?” Del Ray murmurs, his voice a low rumble as he examines the package, his fingers lingering on the contours. Jack swallows hard, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he meets Del Ray’s intense gaze. The agent’s hands move with practiced efficiency, but there’s an underlying current of anticipation—he senses something unusual, something thrilling.
Del Ray sets the package aside, his focus shifting to Jack. “You’re clean,” he states, his eyes roaming over Jack’s body. “But I need to be sure.” His gloves snap off, tossed aside as he signals for a full pat-down. Jack’s breath hitches as Del Ray’s hands glide over his chest, arms, and legs, each touch a blend of professionalism and barely contained hunger.
When Del Ray’s hands venture lower, Jack’s cock stirs, betraying his arousal. The agent smirks, his fingers tracing the bulge through Jack’s pants. “Seems I found something interesting,” he murmurs, applying gentle pressure, eliciting a gasp from Jack. Del Ray’s other hand cups Jack’s balls, rolling them gently, his touch firm yet tender.
Jack’s knees buckle slightly, his body leaning into Del Ray’s touch. The agent’s breath is hot on his ear as he whispers, “I take my job very seriously, Jack. And right now, my job is to make sure you’re thoroughly inspected.” His hands work in sync, stroking and squeezing, coaxing Jack’s cock to full hardness.
Del Ray’s dominance is intoxicating. He spins Jack around, pressing him against the wall, his body a solid, unyielding force. Jack’s ass grinds against Del Ray’s crotch, feeling the agent’s own arousal. Del Ray’s hands roam Jack’s body, his touch claiming, possessive. He leans in, his teeth nipping at Jack’s earlobe, his voice a low growl. “You’re mine to inspect, Jack. Every inch of you.”
The pat-down escalates into a full-blown groping session, Del Ray’s hands delving into Jack’s pants, his fingers probing and teasing. Jack’s moans fill the security checkpoint, a symphony of surrender and desire. Del Ray’s cock, hard and insistent, presses against Jack’s ass, a promise of what’s to come.
But duty calls, and Del Ray, ever the professional, pulls away, his breathing ragged. He turns Jack to face him, his eyes burning with intensity. “You pass,” he says, his voice hoarse. “But remember, Jack—I always go the extra mile.” Del Ray steps back with a final, lingering touch, his gloves snapping back on as he returns to his post, leaving Jack breathless and wanting more.
