No Free Rides: Michael DelRay Turns the Tables on Creeper Pierce Paris

Party boy Michael DelRay had another one of his infamous Vegas nights, resulting in him passing out on a metal platform in the middle of nowhere. Still dressed in his skinny jeans, navy-blue sweater and dress shoes, Michael barely stirs as the early morning hot desert sun beats down on him. Luckily, a hot handyman-in-a-van, Pierce Paris, happens to drive past and spies Michael splayed out along the side of the road. This Good Samaritan seems as though he has all the best intentions when he offers to help, but Michael soon realizes that the old saying ‘no one rides for free’ is definitely the case here.

Pierce goes from zero to creepy in 69 seconds, and Michael realizes if he’s going to make it to his flight out of town, he’s going to have to go along with this psycho’s fuckery. First Pierce takes off his shoes to get a whiff of his socks.

“Oh my god, you’ve probably been in these socks for 2 days!?!” Pierce exclaims while smelling, licking and perving out on Michael’s sweaty feet. Then Pierce decides to press his luck with this stranded hot tourist. He puts Michael’s wrists in leather restraints then ties a long red rope from Michael’s bound wrists to the hitch of the car. Jumping in the driver’s seat, Pierce takes off down a dusty desert road with Michael running behind. Anything to get those feet even stinkier. After a sweaty jog through the hot desert, Pierce stops the van, gets out, grabs the rope, binds Michael’s ankles together and removes his dusty dress shoes to reveal the size 9.5 sweaty feet.

“Ohhh much better,” Pierce exclaims as he pervs on Michael, undoing his pants and taking out Michael’s big dick. “If you cum, we can go,” Pierce declares. He takes turns sucking Michael’s big hard dick and licking between his sweaty toes, getting so turned on that he whips out his own huge dick.

As Pierce gets more and more pervy, Michael has had enough. He wiggles his way out of the leather restraints and flips the tables on Pierce. He grabs the rope, wraps it around Pierce’s neck, and shoves his big dick in Pierce’s tight hole, fucking him raw. Surprise turns to pleasure as Pierce realizes he hit the jackpot this time. He’s so turned on, he buckles on leather restraints to keep his legs spread so his hole gets fucked even deeper. As Michael dicks him down, Pierce blows his load, which sets Michael off to cum all over Pierce’s huge dick and balls.

“I board in 32 minutes… no more fuck shit! Got it?!?” Michael yells at Pierce, who scurries out of the back of the van like a little bitch, jumps in the driver’s seat and takes off towards the strip to drop Michael off at the airport. Fuckin Vegas!