Impact

Every inch of Shawn Wolfe begs to be filled. He leans in for a deep kiss, eyes locked with raw hunger. His mouth opens wide, tongue out like an invitation. Legs spread shamelessly, he offers himself up for a closer look. Then his hand grips your balls, yanking you forward so you can flood his throat. For Woody Fox, it's a whirlwind lesson in taming a man starved for cock. Woody's body is lean and lightly furred, like a runner's, topped with that sexy dark hair. Shawn, the dirty blond, boasts muscles that catch the light and make him utterly delectable. He craves Woody's cock—curved, veiny, thick enough to test any gag reflex. Shawn's ass clenches just right, teasing Woody's erection rigid even when it's not buried in his mouth. That's when Woody's tongue twists every which way, seeking the perfect angle to rim that sweet hole. Both men stand rock-hard, unyielding. Woody thrusts deep, claiming him fully. Sweat beads under the glaring lights as Woody multitasks—fucking steady while his hand pumps Shawn's shaft. He doesn't stop there; even as he unloads, a finger probes Shawn's ass, keeping the fire alive. Woody aims true, shooting ropes straight into Shawn's mouth, a few splattering his face. Shawn laps it up greedily, his own release arcing across those slick, sweaty abs.