Ryder’s Drenched Cock

I spot this hot guy on the street, his chiseled body and thick beard screaming for attention, the desperate look in his eyes telling me he wants it bad. I pull him over to my cop car, cuffing his wrists for the thrill, and load him into the backseat, his muscles flexing against the restraints. The drive to the motel is tense, his heavy breathing filling the air, and I can’t wait to get him inside. In the room, my body cam’s rolling, a regular camera capturing every angle. I uncuff him, and he’s on his knees in a flash, his thick beard brushing my thighs as he takes my cock into his mouth. He sucks me off eagerly, his tongue swirling, lips tight, gagging as he deep throats me, the wet sounds driving me wild. I pull him off, needing more, and push him onto the bed, spreading his legs. I slide into his tight, eager hole, the heat gripping me as I thrust deep, his groans loud, begging for more. His hairy chest and abs flex with every pound, his ass taking every inch. I can’t hold back—pulling out, I straddle his chest and unload, cum shooting all over his thick beard, dripping through the coarse hair, coating his face as he licks his lips, both cameras catching the messy, horny finish.