Tales From The Locker Room 2

Colton Reece, the football hunk with a body carved from endless drills, can't resist. His hand slips down as he watches Max Lorde rinse off under the locker room shower, water cascading over lean muscle. A flicker of eye contact sparks between the jocks—hungry, unspoken. Max drops to his knees, lips parting to take the stranger's thick, rigid cock deep into his mouth, savoring the salty pulse. Colton smirks, fingers tracing the ginger's firm bubble butt, teasing the cleft with deliberate strokes. No time for niceties. Colton keeps his sweaty jockstrap and shoulder pads on, pinning Max against the tiled wall. He slams his throbbing length into that freshly soaped hole, raw and relentless. The public echo amplifies every sound—Max turns crimson, moans ripping free with each bareback plunge of Colton's bare dick, unbridled and fierce. Pleasure builds like a storm; Max erupts, spilling hot ropes across his own chest and abs. Colton withdraws at the last second, groaning as he unleashes his load, thick spurts painting Max's skin. It mingles with the redhead's mess, a glistening sea coating his naked form.