Chi Chi LaRue
In the dim glow of Coach Devin Franco's office, college jocks AJ Sloan and Jake Waters unearth a secret stash of the team's soiled jockstraps—filthy relics tucked away like forbidden keepsakes. They rib their all-star coach for sneaking whiffs of that potent, musky essence, his hidden vice laid bare. AJ, ever the bold one, peels down his shorts and offers up his own sweat-soaked pouch, ripe with the day's grind. Devin leans in, breathes deep, that heady manscent flooding his senses like a siren's call. He drops to his knees, swallows AJ's thick cock whole, throat working it with eager hunger. The teammates join him, both studs kneeling to worship Devin's massive shaft, tongues lashing and lips stretching wide. Devin flips the script, taking turns devouring their throbbing lengths, savoring every salty inch. Soon, the football fuckers claim their prize: AJ plunges into Devin's tight ass while Jake feeds him cock from the front, stuffing him full at both ends in a raw, bareback frenzy. The heat builds to a fever pitch on the desk—a makeshift altar where Jake rams into Devin, who in turn buries himself deep in Jake's willing hole, their bodies chaining together in slick, pounding rhythm. When Jake's turn comes to bend and take it, Devin and AJ unleash their loads, ropes of cum splattering his face and the curve of his lower back. Jake, gasping, pulls out and pumps his release straight into Devin's open mouth, the coach gulping it down like the finest nectar.
In the dim glow of Coach Devin Franco's office, college jocks AJ Sloan and Jake Waters unearth a secret stash of the team's soiled jockstraps—filthy relics tucked away like forbidden keepsakes. They rib their all-star coach for sneaking whiffs of that potent, musky essence, his hidden vice laid bare. AJ, ever the bold one, peels down his shorts and offers up his own sweat-soaked pouch, ripe with the day's grind. Devin leans in, breathes deep, that heady manscent flooding his senses like a siren's call. He drops to his knees, swallows AJ's thick cock whole, throat working it with eager hunger. The teammates join him, both studs kneeling to worship Devin's massive shaft, tongues lashing and lips stretching wide. Devin flips the script, taking turns devouring their throbbing lengths, savoring every salty inch. Soon, the football fuckers claim their prize: AJ plunges into Devin's tight ass while Jake feeds him cock from the front, stuffing him full at both ends in a raw, bareback frenzy. The heat builds to a fever pitch on the desk—a makeshift altar where Jake rams into Devin, who in turn buries himself deep in Jake's willing hole, their bodies chaining together in slick, pounding rhythm. When Jake's turn comes to bend and take it, Devin and AJ unleash their loads, ropes of cum splattering his face and the curve of his lower back. Jake, gasping, pulls out and pumps his release straight into Devin's open mouth, the coach gulping it down like the finest nectar.