L A Tool And Die – Part 2 – HIS Video

“Tool, Die & Raw Desire: A Rancher’s Release”

The sun was scorching overhead, beating down on the parched earth of the ranch. Sweat dripped down Cutter’s chest, his shirt long since discarded. He wiped his brow with a grimy rag, eyes scanning the horizon for any sign of his prize bull that had gone AWOL.

Suddenly, a rustling in the bushes nearby caught his attention. Cutter unsheathed his long, metal rod from his belt, gripping it tightly. “I hear ya tryin’ to hide in there, ya coyote. Come on out.” His voice was low and husky with a hint of menace.

A large, white-breasted buck popped out of the foliage, eyes wide and nervous. Cutter took a step closer, his considerable manhood swelling in his overalls. “Ain’t you a sweet thang.”

The buck lowered its head submissively as Cutter eased up behind it, running his hands over its soft fur. “We got us a bit of a dilemma, ain’t we boy.” He reached between the buck’s hind legs, fingers probing its tight, puckered orifice. “This here bull, he’s gone and left us in quite a pickle.” The buck let out a soft moan, arching its back to give Cutter more access.

Grunting, Cutter unhooked his prized tool from his overalls, unleashing his mammoth, veiny beast. It jutted obscenely from his crotch, a milky pearl of pre-cum dripping from its fat, purple crown. The buck’s nostrils flared as it caught the musky scent of Cutter’s arousal.

Grabbing the buck’s haunches, Cutter lined up his heavy, throbbing head with the buck’s quivering crack. “Now hold still boy,” he growled, ramming himself forward in one brutal stroke. The buck cried out as scalding, iron-hard mancock split it open, spearing its tender passages. Cutter groaned in savage pleasure, savoring the vice-like grip of tight,twitching buckhole around his girthy tool.

“Fuckin’ hell, you’re tighter than a ranchmaid on her wedding night.” Cutter gripped the buck’s belly hard enough to leave bruises as he set a punishing pace, hips slapping against the buck’s rump with lewd smacks. The buck’s legs buckled as Cutter plowed it ruthlessly, forcing it to brace against the earth. Thick, creamy pre leaked from the stretched, quivering opening.

“Gonna loop this cum-runnel, fill you past burstin’ with stud cream.” Cutter snarled, balls slapping the buck’s fur with each powerful thrust. The buck could only whimper and shudder, impaled completely, powerless as Cutter pummeled its core savagely.

Cutter could feel the buck’s virile heat rejecting him, trying to expel the invading intruder. But he was too strong, pushing past every velvet obstruction with raw male power. Brig’s big balls slapped out a rough rhythm as he drove his prime meat deeper, lungs bellowing for air as he drilled past the buck’s sphincter and plunging his cock in by inches.

“Take it, dammit!” Groaning, Cutter gripped a fistful of the buck’s fur, yanking its head back as he shoved his sinewy shaft in to the hilt. The buck’s body stiffened as it was filled utterly, Cutter’s girthy shaft pulsing deep within, scraped raw by the velvet walls of its bowels.

“Fuck! Coming!” Cutter roared, slamming home one final time. His cock exploded, flooding the buck’s guts with thick, gooey seed. The buck screamed as it was pumped full of heavy spunk, the sticky cream spattering its insides. Cutter’s eyes nearly crossed as sheer ecstasy gripped him, waves of shuddering pleasure radiating out from his erupting tool.

Panting, Cutter pulled out with a lewd pop. The buck collapsed, a river of pearly jizz splattering to the ground from its puffy, ruined ring. Cutter tucked his spent meat away, knowing he’d have to wash the buck’s cum from his boots later.

He chuckled as he watched the debauched creature stagger away, cum frothing from its stretched hole with each limping step. “Now ain’t you the lucky bastard,” Cutter smirked. “All filled up and used, just like you wanted!”

Cutter set off once more, whistling a cheerful tune. He’d worry about the damned bull later. Right now, he’d just enjoyed a good, thorough rutting – and his balls felt a hell of a lot lighter for it.

With a swagger and a confident twinkle in his eye, Cutter sauntered off on his next adventure – leaving the buck ruined and full in his wake. He knew he had plenty more holes to stretch and fill out here on the range. It was a hard life, but somebody had to do it.

And oh, how Cutter relished his duty.