Lucas and Fares, their meeting is heavy from the jump. Fares ain’t no lightweight—dude just finished a workout, rocking a baggy tracksuit, shirt off, sweat dripping, and his dick already waking up under the fabric. No shower for him, ‘cause he knows Lucas is all about those raw, alpha male scents. White socks fresh off the kicks, the vibe is set—raw, just how he likes it.
Lucas, the moment he steps into that dark basement, goes straight into submission mode. His nose is on high alert, catching that testosterone in the air, and it drives him crazy. Fares, rocking his hoodie, with that piercing look, doesn’t need to say a word: “I’m the boss here.” Lucas knows the deal. Fares has handled chicks and dudes before, but with Lucas, it’s a whole different level. The dude is obsessed with Fares’ dick, and he’s here for one thing only—get wrecked.
Lucas drops to his knees, no need for instructions, he knows what’s up. Fares pulls out his thick, circumcised cock, hard as hell, ready to do damage. Lucas goes in, working every inch with determination, his tongue never stopping. Fares enjoys it, but he’s still in control. He shoots Lucas those powerful looks, reminding him that he’s there to serve.
When things heat up, you can feel Lucas is ready for it all. The boss keeps pounding, and as it builds up, Fares finally lets go. He floods Lucas with a massive load, every drop is his. Lucas wanted it, and he got it, and Fares, true to his style, never does anything halfway. It’s heavy, it’s intense—just what Lucas was craving.
