The Venture Of Brody Fox - Part One - Brody's Wish
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Chicken-plucker Brody Fox needed to get out of town for the weekend. Something motivated him to keep driving west, crossing extensive distances until he arrived in the harsh, unrelenting landscape of the Mojave Desert. This yearning in his soul for something finer than what he had passively grown to accept in his small Arkansas town has led him to a saloon on the outskirts of nowhere, and a nosey bartender, Cliff Jensen, who seems a lil too interested in discussing cocks. After only a few sips of his drink, Brody is all of a sudden tired. When he wakes up afterwards he is corded by rope, ball-gagged and blindfolded. He can’t observe that he is in a shipping container, but he can perceive the intense heat of the desert sun beating down on the thin iron roof. One small bliss is he has been undressed down to only his underwear. The last thing Brody remembers is the amused sneer on the bartender’s face. The door opens and someone is abusing him. The voice boasts that he is going to play with Brody today. It’s the voice of the bartender, Cliff Jensen. Brody perceives the bite of a lash on his exposed flesh. Cliff tugs, teases, and spanks Brody’s dick. Why is this happening? Brody perceives Cliff’s threateningly phat spunk-pump pressed against his thigh. Now pressed against his lips. Brody accepts the monstrous spunk-pump in his mouth, maybe this will stop the slapping and biting. Instead, Cliff stretches Brody’s caboose cheeks and slides his spunk-pump into Brody’s asshole. Brody is alarmed by how deep it is inwards him. Cliff rides Brody’s caboose like they’re in the rodeo. Brody’s caboose is left wrinkled and pulsating. Cliff works over Brody’s figure with the flogger. Brody can’t help it when his own man rod gets hard. The single-tail on his pulsing spunk-pump is nearly too much to bear. This time when Cliff face-fucks him, Brody impatiently accepts the meaty cock. Brody is suspended by ropes, gams dangled apart with his backdoor at the ideal height to be fucked. After he is tortured with the zapper, Brody is relaxed to be packed by Cliff’s cock. The ropes hold Brody’s hips in place, nowhere to run, nowhere to stash as Cliff claims Brody’s eased asshole. By the time his jaws crams with Cliff’s cum, Brody salutes the pearly white nectar, knowing he is pleasuring his master.
Chicken-plucker Brody Fox needed to get out of town for the weekend. Something motivated him to keep driving west, crossing extensive distances until he arrived in the harsh, unrelenting landscape of the Mojave Desert. This yearning in his soul for something finer than what he had passively grown to accept in his small Arkansas town has led him to a saloon on the outskirts of nowhere, and a nosey bartender, Cliff Jensen, who seems a lil too interested in discussing cocks. After only a few sips of his drink, Brody is all of a sudden tired. When he wakes up afterwards he is corded by rope, ball-gagged and blindfolded. He can’t observe that he is in a shipping container, but he can perceive the intense heat of the desert sun beating down on the thin iron roof. One small bliss is he has been undressed down to only his underwear. The last thing Brody remembers is the amused sneer on the bartender’s face. The door opens and someone is abusing him. The voice boasts that he is going to play with Brody today. It’s the voice of the bartender, Cliff Jensen. Brody perceives the bite of a lash on his exposed flesh. Cliff tugs, teases, and spanks Brody’s dick. Why is this happening? Brody perceives Cliff’s threateningly phat spunk-pump pressed against his thigh. Now pressed against his lips. Brody accepts the monstrous spunk-pump in his mouth, maybe this will stop the slapping and biting. Instead, Cliff stretches Brody’s caboose cheeks and slides his spunk-pump into Brody’s asshole. Brody is alarmed by how deep it is inwards him. Cliff rides Brody’s caboose like they’re in the rodeo. Brody’s caboose is left wrinkled and pulsating. Cliff works over Brody’s figure with the flogger. Brody can’t help it when his own man rod gets hard. The single-tail on his pulsing spunk-pump is nearly too much to bear. This time when Cliff face-fucks him, Brody impatiently accepts the meaty cock. Brody is suspended by ropes, gams dangled apart with his backdoor at the ideal height to be fucked. After he is tortured with the zapper, Brody is relaxed to be packed by Cliff’s cock. The ropes hold Brody’s hips in place, nowhere to run, nowhere to stash as Cliff claims Brody’s eased asshole. By the time his jaws crams with Cliff’s cum, Brody salutes the pearly white nectar, knowing he is pleasuring his master.
Added: 2025-03-07 • Views: 12 • Duration: 49:34
