Reality

While Mark remained lost in his vivid daydream, completely oblivious to the world around him, Max had already taken matters into his own hands—literally. With a subtle flick of his wrist and a whispered incantation, he had sealed the interior of the swaying carriage in a powerful silence spell. No sound could escape the plush, velvet-lined box, nor could any noise from the bustling streets outside penetrate the magical barrier. The driver up front, the clatter of hooves on cobblestones, the chatter of passersby—everything beyond the carriage walls was now utterly cut off. Inside, it was just the two of them… and the wet, filthy sounds of raw, unrestrained lust that were about to fill the air.

Mark’s thick, veiny cock had already sprung free from his pants the moment Max tugged them open. It was rock-hard, flushed a deep angry red at the tip, and glistening with precum. The heavy shaft bobbed once before slapping wetly against Max’s smooth cheeks with an audible thwack. Max grinned wickedly, his eyes dark with hunger as he stared at the massive erection hovering just inches from his face.

He leaned in without hesitation, pressing soft, hungry kisses all along the throbbing length—like it was the sweetest lollipop he’d ever tasted. His lips trailed from the swollen head down to the base, then back up again, leaving shiny trails of saliva in their wake. Mark sat there like a soulless puppet, eyes glazed over, body limp except for the way his cock twitched and leaked in response. In his mind, he was still deep in that luxurious royal bedchamber, lost in the fantasy of a voluptuous, female Max on her knees before him. But in reality, his deepest, most secret desires were already coming true right here in the carriage—and he had no idea.

Soon the enclosed space echoed with the filthy, wet symphony of a truly sloppy blowjob. Max’s mouth worked him with shameless enthusiasm, lips stretching wide around the girth as he bobbed his head up and down. He took Mark deeper with every pass, gagging softly but never stopping, his throat squeezing greedily around the invading cock like a hungry slut who couldn’t get enough. Saliva dripped messily down the shaft, coating Mark’s balls and soaking into the fabric of his pants.

Max’s hands joined in, one stroking the base in perfect rhythm while the other cupped and gently squeezed his heavy sack, urging him on.

The driver outside remained none the wiser, calmly guiding the horses through the crowded streets. No one on the sidewalks could see or hear a single thing happening behind the carriage’s tinted windows and enchanted walls. Inside, though, it was pure debauchery.

Max sucked like his life depended on it—fast, sloppy, and relentless. His head moved in a steady, eager rhythm, cheeks hollowing with every downward plunge as he tried to swallow every inch. He moaned around the thick meat filling his mouth, the vibrations traveling straight down Mark’s shaft and straight to his core. He didn’t care that Mark was still trapped in his dream, teetering right on the edge of climax there too. Max wanted this. He needed this.

Mark’s hips began to twitch unconsciously, his cock swelling even thicker between Max’s lips as the breaking point approached in the fantasy. Any second now he would snap awake… but Max didn’t care. He wanted Mark to wake up buried to the hilt inside him. He wanted to be fucked senseless right here on the carriage seat.

And more than anything, he wanted to feel that hot, thick load pumping deep into his ass—filling him up until it leaked out.

The dream was about to collide with reality… and Max couldn’t wait.