Aiden’s Beefy New Toy 2

Aiden’s had him every which way—ass spread, pony-ride rough, slaps landing hot across his face. Now she’s done teasing. The tray game comes out. Two silver platters hang at shoulder height, and Davin’s got to keep them level while she piles the weight on. A flogger snaps across his back every time a corner dips. Knees hit tile, then he’s up again, quads screaming, trays steady. She keeps adding until the metal bites into his palms. He holds. She nods—approval, rare as mercy. Finally she steps in close, turns, spreads. Davin buries his tongue in her, laps, works his cock in greedy strokes. She rides his mouth till she’s slick, then steps back, watches him shoot hard across the floor, breath shaking, trays still held high.