A Night At The Entourage

Gabriel Cross grips his thick, uncut cock, stroking it steadily in the dim glow of the sex club, eyes locked on the porn flickering across the screen. Tyler Roberts saunters past, his gaze lingering, and without a word, he slides a finger into Gabriel's tight hole. He unbuttons his pants, revealing his own throbbing length—already rock-hard, begging for attention. Gabriel's hunger surges; he drops to his knees, eager to devour that massive dick. His mouth engulfs it, slick and sloppy, tongue swirling in a wet frenzy that leaves Tyler groaning. Then Tyler spins him around, and the two hung studs lock into a fierce 69, throats stretching around each other's girth as they fuck each other's faces with raw need. Tyler cranks up the heat, bending Gabriel over and burying his face in that firm ass, tongue probing deep to lube him up, teasing him open. Gabriel's ready, quivering. Tyler positions him again, sliding his fat cock inside slow and deliberate as Gabriel moans, a sound of pure delight rippling through the air. He eases in, letting Gabriel adjust to the stretch, but restraint shatters quick. Tyler's hips snap faster, pounding with every inch of his 8.5 rock-hard inches, turning Gabriel into a gasping, writhing mess. Craving the sight, Gabriel rolls onto his back, legs spread wide for the relentless pile driver. Tyler thrusts deep, in and out, driving Gabriel over the edge—his massive load erupts in thick ropes across his chest. The sight tips Tyler too; he pulls out and unloads hot spurts all over Gabriel's ass. Gabriel doesn't hesitate, tongue darting out to lap it up, savoring every drop.