StagHomme, The Americans: Andrew Connor & Charlie Cherry
In the second episode of StagHomme’s The Americans, Andrew Connor feels the force of Charlie Cherry’s massive, uncut cock in his mouth and hole. Andrew’s lips stretch around Charlie’s thick, uncut cock, his nostrils flaring at the scent of musk and authority. The businessman’s grip tightens in his spikey hair, forcing him deeper, balls slapping his chin. “Swallow it, slut,” Charlie growls, his suit jacket draped over a chair, tie loosened like a noose. Andrew obeys, throat convulsing as the head bumps his uvula. Pre-cum floods his tongue—proof of Charlie’s dominance, bought and paid for.
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The banister bites Andrew’s stomach as Charlie bends him over, ass high, cheeks parted like a prayer. A warm tongue invades his hole, lashing at his prostate until Andrew’s legs tremble. “You’re mine,” Charlie rasps, spitting on Andrew’s rim before driving inside, his girth splitting him open. Andrew’s scream echoes off vaulted ceilings, swallowed by the empty space. Charlie’s hands grip his hips, pistoning into him—slow, then savage, each thrust a sermon in carnal language.
“Ride it,” Charlie commands, flipping Andrew onto his back. The twink’s legs lock around his waist, leveraging himself up, impaling his twitching ass on the thick shaft. Their grunts syncopate, bodies slapping like a war drum. Charlie pulls Andrew’s legs over his shoulders, burying himself balls-deep, cum surging into his hole. Andrew’s release paints their stomachs as Charlie collapses on top, mouths fused in a kiss that tastes like sweat and surrender.
