Love and Lust in Montreal

Jack Kross sprawls naked on the couch, hand pumping his thick cock while two fingers plunge into his ass. Steven Lee bursts through the door and freezes—then grins, unfazed. He yanks down his underwear, lifts the fabric to his nose for a deep sniff, eyes locked on Jack's. Together they stroke, fists flying in rhythm, the air thick with heat. Steven's hunger wins out; he can't wait to wrap his lips around that shaft. He drops between Jack's thighs, swallowing the stud's big cock in one smooth glide down his throat. He works it masterfully, tongue swirling, until Jack's breaths turn ragged. Now Jack wants a taste. He kneels, facing Steven's massive dick—a tight squeeze, but he forces it in, lips and tongue dancing as it slides in and out of his eager throat. They devour each other endlessly. Tongues trace smooth asses, lapping greedily. Steven's ready for the main event. He positions his extra-large cock at Jack's tight hole and pushes in slow, inch by inch, stretching him wide until he's buried deep. Jack groans, loving the burn, begging for more depth. Jack climbs aboard, impaling himself on that thick pole, riding down to the balls. His own giant dick swings wild with every bounce, slapping his abs as his hole devours Steven. They're both teetering on the brink when Steven flips Jack onto his back. Eyes fierce, they stare each other down. Jack breaks first—his cock erupts, thick ropes of cum splattering his chest. Steven watches that big uncut shaft ooze jizz and loses it. He pulls out, unleashing his pent-up load across the French-Canadian's muscled body.