Layover - Los Angeles, Part 2

Zach Alexander drops to his knees, lips parting wide to claim Mario Costa's cock. He strains, jaw aching, forcing that thick uncut beast down his throat—a real horse of a dick, veined and insistent. But Zach rises to it, eyes watering with determination. Mario flips the script, hunger sparking in his gaze. He engulfs Zach's shaft in one slick dive, then pivots lower, tongue ravaging the tight pucker of his buddy's ass. Oral appetites whetted, Mario positions for the main course. He thrusts in, burying his rod to the hilt in Zach's hole. The young jock gasps, a smile twisting through the burn, sighs escaping in waves of sharp ecstasy. 'Fuck me harder,' Zach roars, hand flying over his own length until ropes of cum splatter his hairy chest. Mario withdraws, fists his glistening meat, and erupts—drenching Zach in hot seed, leaving him spent, soaked, and utterly content.