Mind Fuck

Nick Fitt's hunger for massive cocks burns like a fever, an obsession that grips him tight. His buddy Clark Davis never hesitates, always ready to feed him that thick slab of meat. They barely reach the stairs before Nick drops to his knees, lips parting wide. He slurps greedily on Clark's shaft, tongue swirling over every ridge, lost in the salty pulse of it all. Clark grips his head and thrusts deep, face-fucking him with raw rhythm, veins bulging against Nick's throat. Then Clark spins around, spreading those cheeks, inviting Nick to devour his tight hole. Nick dives in, tongue probing and lapping, tasting the musky heat. Clark pivots back, shoving his dick down Nick's throat once more, but now he craves a turn. That smooth, shaved ass of Nick's calls to him, hot and ready to clench around his throbbing length. Suddenly, Nick's legs hook over Clark's shoulders. Clark plunges in, drilling balls-deep, each slam hitting that sweet spot. Nick shudders and explodes, ropes of cum splattering his own abs while Clark keeps pounding, relentless. Clark's close now. He yanks out and unleashes, hot spurts painting Nick's stomach and chest in sticky white trails.