Fuck Me Fast & Furious

Mechanic Travis Connor bursts into the garage, eyes blazing as he catches Gabriel Clark wrenching at the race car's underbelly, sabotaging the whole damn setup. Fury boils in Travis's veins, but Gabriel moves fast—drops to his knees right there amid the oil stains and scattered tools, hands yanking down the zipper of Travis's grease-smeared jeans. Out springs that long, thick cock, already half-hard from the adrenaline rush, and Gabriel wraps his lips around it, sucking deep with a hunger that silences the threats. He services every inch, tongue swirling over the veined shaft, before Travis turns, shoving down his pants to reveal that meaty ass, cheeks smooth and firm from hours bent over engines. Gabriel dives in, face buried between them, lapping at the tight pucker like it's the sweetest victory lap. He rises then, slick and ready, pressing Gabriel's body against the workbench. The 6'4" blue-collar stud braces himself, grunting as Gabriel's big dick pushes in bare, raw friction igniting them both. Inch by inch, it slides deep, then pulls back, a steady rhythm building in the dim shop light. Travis, the unexpected bottom, growls low—commands Gabriel to fuck his ass harder, voice rough with need. Gabriel obliges with a wicked grin, slamming the accelerator on his thrusts, pounding full speed until sweat slicks their skin and the air thickens with musk. He pulls out at the peak, ropes of cum erupting over Travis's hairy muscles, painting chest and abs in hot, sticky white. The cum-drenched bottom shudders, then unleashes his own thick load, blasting across the floor in messy arcs. Gabriel, not done yet, toys with Travis's used hole—fingers circling the puffy rim, dipping in to stir the warmth. He leans down, tongue tracing paths over the spent cock and belly, lapping up every loose drop of his own seed with deliberate, savoring strokes.