Brad Knight
In the shadowed underbelly of Richmond, Virginia, Brad Knight clawed into existence on December 29, 1988—a horn-dog teen with no escape for his raging urges. 'Jacking off was my only loyal fuck in those desperate years,' he growls. Virginity shattered at 19 in a twisted threesome snare: online bait from a couple led to a steamy hot tub plunge, condom-sheathed cock buried in her while the husband watched. Weird night, but it exploded into ecstasy. Career ignited in 2014, Tampa's gritty ad luring him to Primal Fetish—Vegas exiles peddling handjobs, deep-throat sins, and forbidden family filth. Nailed that first sticky grip, connections coiled like vipers, propelling him into the taboo abyss.
In the shadowed underbelly of Richmond, Virginia, Brad Knight clawed into existence on December 29, 1988—a horn-dog teen with no escape for his raging urges. 'Jacking off was my only loyal fuck in those desperate years,' he growls. Virginity shattered at 19 in a twisted threesome snare: online bait from a couple led to a steamy hot tub plunge, condom-sheathed cock buried in her while the husband watched. Weird night, but it exploded into ecstasy. Career ignited in 2014, Tampa's gritty ad luring him to Primal Fetish—Vegas exiles peddling handjobs, deep-throat sins, and forbidden family filth. Nailed that first sticky grip, connections coiled like vipers, propelling him into the taboo abyss.