In the streets, we’re ruthless—ink-stained knuckles and cold stares that make men cross the road. But behind locked doors, I drop to my knees for my muscle-bound thug , hungry for his cock. His tattoos ripple as he paws my head, guiding my desperate mouth down his thick shaft. I worship every inch, tongue tracing each vein before I swallow him whole, gagging for the load I know is coming. He flips me over, spreading my meaty cheeks, I clench, begging to be stretched. His raw dick sinks in, and he moans like a whore, all that street-hard armor shattered with every deep thrust. Cum drips sprays across my face, marking his territory as his secret gangster lover.