Mechanic Travis Connor bursts into the garage, eyes blazing as he catches Gabriel Clark wrenching away at his team's prized race car, sabotage in full swing. Gabriel's heart slams against his ribs. To dodge Travis's fury, he drops to his knees right there amid the oil stains and scattered tools, yanking down the zipper on those grease-streaked jeans. Travis's long cock springs free, thick and insistent, and Gabriel wraps his lips around it, sucking with desperate hunger. He doesn't stop there—hands grip firm cheeks, spreading them wide to bury his face in that meaty ass, tongue tracing the smooth cleft until he's utterly lost in the musky heat. Rising up, Gabriel positions himself behind the towering 6'4" blue-collar stud, skin glistening under the shop's harsh lights. No barriers, just raw need. He presses in, bareback, his big dick sliding deep into Travis's tight grip. In and out it goes, steady at first, then building rhythm as grunts fill the air. Travis, the bottom now, growls commands—'Fuck my ass harder, you bastard'—his voice rough with command and craving. Gabriel obliges, more than happy to punish his enemy this way. He slams forward, accelerator to the floor, pounding full throttle until sweat slicks their bodies. Finally, he pulls out, ropes of cum erupting across Travis's hairy muscles, painting chest and abs in sticky white. The cum-drenched bottom shudders, blasting his own thick load in response. Gabriel's fingers toy with the spent hole, teasing out the mess, before he leans in close, tongue lapping up every loose drop of his seed with wicked precision.
Mechanic Travis Connor bursts into the garage, eyes blazing as he catches Gabriel Clark wrenching away at his team's prized race car, sabotage in full swing. Gabriel's heart slams against his ribs. To dodge Travis's fury, he drops to his knees right there amid the oil stains and scattered tools, yanking down the zipper on those grease-streaked jeans. Travis's long cock springs free, thick and insistent, and Gabriel wraps his lips around it, sucking with desperate hunger. He doesn't stop there—hands grip firm cheeks, spreading them wide to bury his face in that meaty ass, tongue tracing the smooth cleft until he's utterly lost in the musky heat. Rising up, Gabriel positions himself behind the towering 6'4" blue-collar stud, skin glistening under the shop's harsh lights. No barriers, just raw need. He presses in, bareback, his big dick sliding deep into Travis's tight grip. In and out it goes, steady at first, then building rhythm as grunts fill the air. Travis, the bottom now, growls commands—'Fuck my ass harder, you bastard'—his voice rough with command and craving. Gabriel obliges, more than happy to punish his enemy this way. He slams forward, accelerator to the floor, pounding full throttle until sweat slicks their bodies. Finally, he pulls out, ropes of cum erupting across Travis's hairy muscles, painting chest and abs in sticky white. The cum-drenched bottom shudders, blasting his own thick load in response. Gabriel's fingers toy with the spent hole, teasing out the mess, before he leans in close, tongue lapping up every loose drop of his seed with wicked precision.
