breeding FTM Twink in the lift goes amazingly well!

The lift’s doors slid shut, sealing us in a cramped metal box. I watched him—tight, red briefs stretched over his plump young ass, his click hardening against the fabric. The elevator juddered, and he stumbled, his backside pressing against my crotch. I grabbed his hips, grinding against him. “Fuck, you feel good,” I growled, yanking down his underwear, revealing his smooth, hairless hole. I spat, rubbing my saliva into his tight ass, feeling him clench under my fingers. He moaned, pushing back against me, begging for more. I fumbled with my belt, freeing my cock, and rubbed it against his ass cheeks, leaving a trail of pre-cum. He reached back, grabbing my shaft, guiding it to his hole. I thrust forward, impaling him, his tight cunt gripping me like a vice. He screamed, a mix of pain and pleasure, as I started to fuck him hard, my balls slapping against his ass, the lift shaking with each brutal stroke.

The elevator dinged, but we were far from done. I pulled out, turning him around, pushing him to his knees. His cock was rock hard, leaking precum, begging to be sucked. I grabbed it, stroking it roughly, then took it into my mouth, tasting his salty pre-cum. He moaned, his head falling back, as I deep-throated him, my nose buried in his pubes. I pulled off, standing up, and grabbed his hair, forcing him to look at me. “You want my cum, don’t you, little twink?” I snarled. He nodded, his eyes wide with lust. I jerked off, my cock glowing with his spit, and came all over his face, thick ropes of cum covering his cheeks, his nose, his mouth. He licked his lips, tasting me, his eyes never leaving mine. The lift doors opened, but we stayed there, panting, covered in sweat and cum, his face a mess of my seed, his asshole gaping from my pounding. We fucked like animals, raw and dirty, and we’d do it again in a heartbeat.