Justin Cross Bangs His Roommate Tony Genius
Justin Cross and Tony Genius’ cheating scandal turns into raw, passionate sex where forgiveness demands cock worship and ass submission.
Justin Cross’ fist trembles as he slams the door, his eyes blazing at Tony Genius, who stands shirtless, breathless, and guilty in the dimly lit apartment. “You?” Justin spits, his voice a venomous hiss. “Fucking my girlfriend?” Tony’s jaw tightens, his hands raising in surrender—“It wasn’t planned, man. It just… happened.” The betrayal hangs thick, but Justin’s rage cracks when his gaze drops to Tony’s sweat-slick torso, the way his abs tense under scrutiny. A beat. Two. Then Justin steps closer, his thumb grazing Tony’s Adam’s apple. “You want forgiveness?” he murmurs, voice low. “Earn it.”
Tony swallows hard but nods. “Anything.”
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The words are barely out before Justin’s mouth claims his, brutal and unyielding. Teeth clash. Tongues duel. Justin’s hands roam, bruising Tony’s ribs as he shoves him to his knees. “Take it,” he growls, unzipping his jeans. Tony hesitates—just a heartbeat—before wrapping his lips around Justin’s thick cock, his throat convulsing around the invasion. Justin’s groan is feral, his grip tightening in Tony’s hair. “Swallow. Breathe. Prove you’re sorry,” he snarls, pistoning his hips. Tony gags, tears streaking his cheeks, but he takes it—takes him—until Justin yanks free, gasping.
“Turn around,” Justin barks. Tony obeys, bracing himself on the couch. Justin’s fingers, slick with spit, stretch him roughly, probing until Tony’s moans mix with his own. Then, no warning—Justin’s cock spears him, splitting him open in one savage thrust. Tony screams, his nails digging into the cushions as Justin pounds him raw, their sweat-soaked bodies slapping together in a rhythm of punishment and need. “Who owns this ass now?” Justin growls, his hand smacking Tony’s ass hard enough to leave a red handprint.
“You!” Tony chokes out. “Always you!”
When Justin’s climax erupts, his cum floods Tony’s guts, his growl echoing like a primal claim. Tony follows seconds later, his cock jerking against the couch as he spills himself dry. Collapsing beside Tony, Justin smirks, breathless. “Next time? Don’t fuck my girl.” Tony laughs, raw and ragged. “Next time? Don’t stop.”
