His Fans Want His Ass Ate

Max Fills steps into the room like he owns the heat. Colombian cock-swinging on his See HIM Fuck debut, and they match him with Chloe Temple—the girl who smiles like she already knows how this ends. Johnny Robins asks a couple questions then gets the fuck out of the way. Max rises. Chloe peels his clothes, greedy for scent. She drags her nose along his shaft while it thickens, licks the head like she’s tasting wine. Lotion comes next—wet palms sliding until his skin shines and his dick stands straight. She buries her face in each furry pit, breathing deep, tongue flashing fast. Feet come after. He sits; she tongues the cotton first, then the bare flesh, saliva stringing between lips and toes. Max drops into her face next, grinding down. Chloe answers by spreading him wide on his back, rimming hard, pausing only to work the rimjob from the side in that low, loud, filthy trombone. Reverse piledriver lets her dig even deeper, spit and tongue fighting for space. He returns the favor, mouth locked on her trimmed pussy until she’s glistening. Then Chloe swallows his cock, gagging loud, spit cascading down his balls every time her throat gives. Fucking starts seated—her on top, sinking slow, cunt stretching around every inch. He flips her into front and back piledriver, pounding without mercy. Doggystyle makes her arch, missionary keeps her pinned, legs shaking. When he pulls out, thick ropes paint her stomach—Hawaii in cum. Camera follows him to the shower. Water runs. Post-fuck talk is raw, unfiltered, dripping with sweat.