“Yes, Master,” he mumbled. Gay porn Shawn’s chiseled chest splayed out, exposed, as if cradled in Brody’s lap. The vague but terrifying image Brody had painted of his father, combined with the irrefutable proof of his own degradation, left him feeling utterly trapped. “You think I need cash? He glanced at Jaxon, his towering frame bending as he knelt before him. Ain’t that right, Coach?”Shawn, caught off guard, flicked his eyes to Jaxon, then dropped his head, dodging Jaxon’s stunned stare. “Open up, bigger—bite me, and you’re dead.” Without mercy, he rammed into Jaxon’s throat. See how good he sucks dick? Let me play with those pecs.”Shawn scrambled to his feet, peeling off his white jersey to reveal a chiseled, muscular frame. He focused on the tip, cheeks hollowing as he bobbed fast, letting the ridge scrape the roof of his mouth. In his mind, Coach Long was no longer a mentor—just a filthy slut, his pussy thoroughly wrecked and owned.
