Des Irez Gets More Than Expected from Sean Duran on Young Perps

Crime Doesn’t Pay but Sometimes it Does Get You Laid.

We’ve been here before. Watching another young man who’s strayed from the path of honesty and taken up the bad habit of petty theft and shoplifting. This time around Young Perps gives us a thin drink of water with some tats. He’s got his hands cuffed behind his back and there’s no suggestion that this is part of a dating ritual. That doesn’t mean he doesn’t “Love a Good Cavity Search” from a strange man when he gets the opportunity to enjoy one.

Maybe that’s the motivation behind Des Irez’s shoplifting excursion. It sure better not be those ugly red slip-on canvas shoes. Or the water bottle. Or the wallet. Or the lighter. Or any of the other items his sticky fingers manage to adhere themselves to during the 31-minute scene. Whatever his reasons, security officer Sean Duran plops the perp’s butt down in a chair by a long conference table to watch as his backpack is rifled through, and its ill-gotten goods removed. The kid even has an enema bottle that he insists is his mom’s.

Disgusted with the young man’s behavior, he removes one cuff and tells him to fill out some paperwork that never gets filled out. The heavily tattooed security official conveniently leaves the room to fill out some paperwork of his own and, surprising no one, Des takes the opportunity to scope out the room for anything worth stealing. It’s slim pickins but he takes what he can and makes as much noise as he can while doing it. As can be imagined, Sean’s none too happy to return to find the dude standing there going through shit instead of filling out forms.

After relieving him of the pocketed items, Sean once again heads out of the room, giving the little thief a chance to wander around some more, this time locating the security cameras and giving them a friendly wave. His jolly mood is broken by the return of Sean, who brings the good news that he has called the Las Vegas Police Department and they’ll be sending one of their boys to pick the little twerp up. In the meantime, he’s been told to give Des an anal cavity search.

“What cavities do I have down there,” the boy demands in shock. “Oh! Ooo! Oh! Stop! What are you looking for? Everything I took is on the table. I can’t put a pair of shoes up there!”

Security officer Sean Duran doesn’t care. He’s like a honey badger only marginally less dangerous. He doesn’t bother to wear gloves when he fingers the kid’s ass while he cracks wise. “That’s really deep in my cavity,” Des informs him. “All right. Are we just about done here? Can I call my mom? Hello? Can I call my daddy?”

“Your daddy’s right here,” Sean responds, subtly alerting the light-fingered, tattooed twink that the rules of engagement have changed. Once his shirt is off, Sean’s face is plunged between the ass cheeks of his captive, who finds himself leaned across the conference table. He’s an easy-going pilferer and accepts his fate with something resembling grace when he says, “I’m starting to like this cavity search.”

It looks like things are going to go in a kinky direction when Sean pulls off his belt and gives Des a light tap with it, but it’s soon tossed aside, and his trousers dropped to the ground. He’s got his eyes on the prize and the prize is Des’ asshole, which he’s not finished dining on. There’s no knowing how long he’d have had his mouth down there if it weren’t for the massive erection he’s got fighting for his attention.

Being a man of action, Sean stands to insert his urgency into the boy’s saliva-slicked hole. This goes well, with the Top going slow on the anal intro and picking up the pace once it’s clear Des is down for more. Sean justifies this all by declaring that he’s determined to see if there’s anything else missing and up Dex’s asshole of infinite holding.

Possessed by a far-away look, Des kneels to suck his captor. The gentle Sean is gone and in his place is officer face fucker. Soon the boy is sputtering, coughing, and choking on dick. He has to take a break for a moment to catch his breath before being fed cock again. “This is why I protect and serve,” explains the overly friendly officer.

“I won’t do it again. I promise,” Des insists as Sean’s cock continues its punishing thrusts. “Oh, I doubt that” he responds skeptically. He looks ready to stroke off onto the accused’s tongue but doesn’t. Instead, he gives the kid’s face a light slap. “Look at me when you suck my dick,” he orders with one foot on the table.

Finally, Des’ mouth is unoccupied long enough for him to ask the obvious question. “What does this have to do with me stealing?” There’s no response in words. Instead, Sean removes the remaining cuff, causing further confusion. “So, I’m free to go?”

“Not quite yet,” comes the answer in words. The answer in actions looks like being pulled into a kiss and then placed across the table for more ass eating. This time the perp is put on his back and more lube is added to the officer’s club, which features some high and tight balls during the under-butt footage. The table creaks from the effort of withstanding Sean’s aggression, which results in some thoroughly enjoyable slow fucking. Des likes the direction this apprehension has taken as he moans, “Oh, you feel so good,” while they work out more tension in reverse on a conference chair.

Looks like Sean agrees, because he cums deep and hard inside of Des’ accommodating hole. We can tell because when he pulls that meat monster out, it’s dripping jizz. Back up the keister it goes, accompanied by an order. “Give me every fucking drop of that cum.”

“Oh! You’re gonna make me cum,” declares Des, as though he didn’t already have permission to do so. It’s a pretty sight when it happens, those several shots of spunk flying up and then onto the floor below.

That’s when Sean comes clean and admits he never called the cops, so Des is free to go. Given that he packs up what he stole along with what was already his, we can probably conclude he’ll be back because happens to “Love a Good Cavity Search.”

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