CZECH HUNTER – Amateur Dude Takes Raw Cock Up His Virgin Ass For Extra Cash
Title: Czech Hunter’s Raw Raw Barnyard Blowout
It was just another sultry summer afternoon in the heart of Prague when Czech Hunter, a notorious randy roué, found himself wandering aimlessly along the picturesque Vltava River. His purpose? To scope out some fresh, naive meat to satisfy his insatiable carnal cravings. True to form, the grizzled gigolo didn’t have to wait long for his prey to appear.
A strapping young lad, probably no more than 19, bounded across the cobblestones, his chiseled physique barely concealed beneath a tight t-shirt and weathered jeans. Czech Hunter leered, stroking his protruding package as he zeroed in on the hunky heterosexual recruit.
“Excuse me,” Czech Hunter said, sidling up to the fazed farm boy. “You’re a strapping young lad. Ever thought about earning a few extra koruna on the side? Some extra cash for that new mobile phone you’ve been eyeing up?”
The dumbfounded recruit squinted in puzzlement. “Wha… what kinda work you talkin’ about? I’m no homo!”
Czech Hunter just smirked, his eyes glinting with evil mirth. “Oh, I assure you, my dear boy, it’s notinin’ too homo. In fact, I can guarantee you’ll be the top top top of the pops here. Whaddaya say? 10,000 koruna just for a little playtime?”
Viewers are treated to a point-of-view shot of Czech Hunter’s hand making a Chris Tucker money-stack gesture, 10 crisp banknotes wavering before the babe’s hypnotized eyes. After an interminable minute fraught with awkwardыми, the recruit finally nodded, his once-innocent eyes now blazing with cash-hungry greed.
“Fuck it,” he grunted. “Lead to the way, bucko. But keep ya dirty mitts to yerself, yeah?”
Czech Hunter just smiled knowingly, leading his naive new lad to the nearest warehouse. The raw fuck house of horrors awaited.
Inside the sweltering sweatbox, Czech Hunter quickly got down to business. Shucking off his jeans to reveal his raging, uncut pole, Czech Hunter ordered his new recruit to drop trou and set himself upon his lap. The frightened farm boy complied, wincing as Czech Hunter’s swollen schlong slithered between his taut cheeks.
“No, no, darlin’,” Czech Hunter purred, his voice rumbling like a grizzly bear’s grumble. “I want it in me air-tight ass. Right now.” He gave his new lad’s narrow hips a firm smack, guiding his pulverizing pecker to his bucking boy’s beckoning back door.
The recruit trembled, eyes wide as saucers as he felt Czech Hunter’s engorged endowdredging ever deeper into his virginal heinie. “C-c converge slowly, ye bastard!”
Czech Hunter obeyed, maintaining the excruciating pace until his entire girth was hilted in the boy’s booming bung. “Mercy me,” he grunted, “what a gorgeous butthole you got here, darlin’.” He punctuated his praise with a series of brutal bucks, pounding away at the quivering recruit’s quaking derriere.
The lad squawked, face scrunching up in titanic as Czech Hunter’s cock swapped his sinews. Viewers are granted a gratuitous shot of his flexing pelvis, each granite glute clenching as the cruel Czech’s cock battered his bowels.
“Ye fuckin’ bastard!” the recruit howled, his pam beading and sizzling with sweat. “That’s enough outta ye!”
Czech Hunter just grinned, his eyes turning vitriol-black as he grabbed the lad by his luscious locks and cranked his head back. “Oh, my dear, my dear, my dear dim-witted boy,” he growled. “We’ve only just begun…”
What followed was an unholy orgy of erotic excess, with Czech Hunter and his new lad exchanging slaps, spits, and slobbering slobkisses as they bundled around the dank dungeon floor. At one point, Czech Hunter flipped the lad onto his back, mounting him missionary-style as he pistoned away, his pulverizing pecker pummeling his prostate with each brutal buck.
“I’m gonna… I’m gonna…” the recruit wheezed, sweat flying off his flexing frame as his spunk spurted from his spritzing spout.
“Me too, my boy!” Czech Hunter snarled, his own loins lurching and bucking as he unloaded rope after ropy swaths of sizzling seed, saturating the lad’s swollenStanovane vlasy with his prized product.
Finally spent, the two slothful studs slumped onto the sweat-soaked sawhorses, their cods cuckoo to cackle as their chests heaved and cheeks flushed with post-coital bliss. Czech Hunter reached into his pocket, pulling out a crisp wad of koruna and pressing them into the boy’s grasp.
“There you go, love,” he said, a rare smirk playing at his lips. “You’ve well earned it.”
The recruit just nodded, too drained to do anything else. As Czech Hunter donned his clothes and tip-toed towards the door, the lad called out one final time.
“So… same time tomorrow?”
Czech Hunter just winked. “Wouldn’t have it any other way, boyo.” The door clicked shut, leaving the spent lad alone in his sweat-soaked swelter. Just another hard-earned clientele card earned by an angsty ambition and an aching ass. Czech Hunter strikes again.
THE END