Liam Angell Bottoms For The Leather Cook
This week from House Of Angell, a hot cock-worship marathon with muscle bear Liam Angell and The Leather Cook, a popular social media guy into leather and cooking. Liam Angell is on his knees, eyes locked on the kitchen floor like a good little pig. The Leather Cook looms above him.
The Cook doesn’t ask—he demands. One snap of his fingers, and Liam’s ripping his own clothes off, tongue already out like a dog waiting for scraps. The first taste of that uncut cock? Heaven. Thick, veined, slobber-dripping from the tip like a leakage warning. Liam swallows it whole, throat stretching, gag reflex reassigned.
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Then the real lesson begins. Liam’s ass is ripe, cheeks spread wide as The Cook digs in the pantry—a bottle of oil, a sub’s worst nightmare. He drenches his shaft, slams into Liam’s hole like a concrete pour. Liam’s screams? Muffled by the same cock that’s now splitting him in two. The Cook doesn’t slow—he pounds, oil dripping like a grease fire, cockhead grinding Liam’s prostate into alphabet soup.
Liam’s cock? Trapped, throbbing, begging for release. The Cook’s voice? A knife. “You don’t cum until I say. You’re here to serve.” Liam’s body twitches, ass clenching around that thick shaft like a vise, but The Cook’s veins bulge, sweat dripping like hot wax as he floods Liam’s guts with a creampie so deep it’s continental.
Liam’s finally allowed to blow—his cumshot spattering the floor like a biohazard. The Cook yanks out, cock dripping creampie, and sneers, “Clean it up. Then get back on your knees. I’m not done marking you.”
