Dolan, a mountain of muscle and hair, lounges back, his massive feet outstretched. Cole, eager to earn Dolan's favor and the promised money, begins his worship. He starts at the heel, running his tongue up the length of Dolan's foot, over the arch, and around each toe. Dolan's hair tickles Cole's nose, the scent of male musk filling his senses. Cole's hands roam, massaging, rubbing, as his tongue works tirelessly. Dolan's moans grow deeper, his cock hardening in his jeans. Cole's own desire mounts, but he stays focused, his goal clear: to bring Dolan to the brink with just his tongue and hands, and perhaps, if he's lucky, earn that money shot.