Hung Americans - Part 1

Trenton Ducati hungers for Shawn Wolfe, his mouth glued to every inch of Shawn's taut, hairy body. He laps at those chiseled abs. Bites the stiff nipples. Sniffs deep into the musky armpits. Chews on those full lips. Shawn melts under the assault, lost in the heat as Trenton catalogs his desires with raw precision. Trenton grips Shawn's head, forces him down to his knees. There waits a rock-hard cock, throbbing with need—Shawn knows exactly how to worship it. Trenton's sleek hips buck wildly, forward and back, as he spits on his swollen shaft and growls commands. Shawn pumps his own dick with frantic strokes, chasing the edge. Trenton shoves him into a chair, dives in to suck him hard and fast, paws at Shawn's heaving chest. They tumble to a shaky table next, unleashing a blistering fuck across three fierce positions—bodies slamming, passions igniting like wildfire, doused only by rivers of sweat and two massive, shuddering loads.