Pleasure Express

In the dim glow of the mail cabin, Kristof Junas presses against Erich Tauber, his breath hot and insistent. Lips crash. Hands roam. Kristof pulls back just enough to yank open his pants, revealing his thick cock, already straining. Erich drops to his knees without a word, mouth watering as he takes it in, lips stretching wide around the pulsing shaft. He sucks deep, tongue swirling, cheeks hollowing with each pull. Kristof groans, fingers tangling in Erich's hair. But desire flips the script—he wants a taste too. He hauls Erich up, spins him against the wall, and sinks to his knees. Erich's cock slides past Kristof's lips, salty and hard, filling his mouth as he works it with hungry rhythm. The door creaks. Alexander Straus freezes in the doorway, eyes wide at the sight: two men locked in a fervent suck-swap, moans echoing off the wooden walls. Kristof glances up, smirking around Erich's length. 'Join us,' he murmurs, voice muffled but commanding. Alexander doesn't hesitate. Pants drop. His cock springs free, rigid and ready. Kristof rises, mouth aching from the dual assault, but he dives back in. He alternates between them—Erich's familiar girth, then Alexander's veined heat—lips slick, jaw straining as he juggles the feast. Sweat beads on his brow. It's a workout, this greedy double duty, his throat working overtime to please them both. Finally, his mouth begs mercy. He pulls off, gasping. Alexander steps forward, slick fingers probing Kristof's ass, spreading him open. Kristof bends, ass up, and takes Erich back between his lips—sucking steady while Alexander thrusts in deep, filling his hole with relentless strokes. The cabin fills with the wet sounds of flesh meeting flesh, a symphony of raw need.