Quiet House Means Hard Cock: Dante Martin And Michael Jackman

The door barely closes behind the last family member before Dante Martin and Michael Jackman are tearing each other’s clothes off in the hallway. They’ve been eye-fucking across the dinner table for an hour and now the house is finally empty, their window of opportunity measured in minutes. There’s no time for romance — Dante slams Michael against the wall and drops to his knees, yanking those jeans down to free the cock that’s been taunting him all evening. He swallows it desperately, choking himself on Michael’s thick shaft while fumbling with his own belt. Michael pulls Dante up and spins him around, bending him over the hallway console table as family photos rattle on the wall. He eats Dante’s hole with urgent efficiency, getting it wet enough for what comes next — his raw cock sinking balls-deep in one impatient thrust. The frantic energy is electric as Michael pounds Dante’s hole with the desperation of men who know they might be interrupted any second. They stumble to the couch, Michael riding Dante reverse cowboy with his head thrown back, both studs moaning freely in the empty house. Then onto the kitchen counter, the bedroom, every surface they’ve fantasized about defiling while surrounded by oblivious housemates. Michael breeds Dante’s hole against the front door just minutes before they hear a car in the driveway, scrambling to dress while cum leaks down Dante’s inner thigh. The quiet house gave them everything they needed.