Jessie Lee Returns To Peter Fever With Danny Willcoxx & Levy Foxx
Superstar Jessie Lee returns to Peter Fever in the first episode of Cockaholics Anonymous, partnering with Danny Willcoxx and Levy Foxx for an Asian threesome that promises to be legendary.
The fluorescent lights buzz overhead as Zacc Andrews, the self-proclaimed “meat fetishist turned cock block,” paces the circle of folding chairs. His voice is gravel, his tone biblical: “I worshipped meat—literally. Vienna sausages, mortadella, a whole turkey. My badge? ‘GOBBLE GOBBLE.’ You think you’re sex offenders? I’m a national disaster.” The room erupts in laughter, but Zacc’s glare silences them. “You five? You’re cockaholics. Cockaholic! Cockaholic! Cockaholic!” His finger jabs at Levy Foxx, Jessie Lee, Danny Willcoxx, and Travis Yukarin—men whose eyes glint with the same hunger he once fed.
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Danny’s turn. He spills the sauna saga: sweat-soaked bodies colliding in the dark, his ass grinding against Levy’s and Jessie’s. “I couldn’t tell whose hole was whose,” Danny rasps, his cock twitching. The trio collapses into a tangle—Levy and Danny on their knees, devouring Jessie’s thick nipples before swallowing his throbbing cock. Jessie’s groan shakes the room: “They took turns deep-throating me until I flipped Danny over and fucked him raw. Then Levy? He begged for both our dicks.” The air thickens as Danny recounts the climax: Levy sandwiched between their thrusts, his ass split open by Danny’s cock while Jessie’s tongue ravages his throat. When they unload—Danny in Levy’s gut, Jessie on his face—the trio collapses, licking the creamy remains off each other’s lips. “Cockslut!” Levy hisses, breathless. “Fuck YAAHH!” the others roar.
Zacc’s smirk fades. He knows their sin—they don’t want redemption. They want the rush. He grips Danny’s chin: “You think cumming in a circle fixes you? You’re addicted to the mess.” Jessie’s hand drifts to his own cock, hardening. Travis leans forward, eyes locked on Levy’s cum-streaked jaw. Zacc’s voice drops to a whisper: “The only cure? More.” The chairs scatter. Clothes vanish. Hands grab. And the warehouse echoes with moans as the five men rewrite their vows: lust over sobriety.
