The Gangbangers

In the warm glow of the kitchen, Palo Cernak kneels behind Eberhardt Huhn, his tongue tracing slow, deliberate circles over that sweet, yielding ass. He laps with hungry precision, savoring every quiver. Then, with firm hands, he spreads those cheeks wider, exposing the tight heat within. Palo's massive cock-head presses forward, inching in with teasing slowness, claiming the slick depths of Eberhardt's hot manhole. Each thrust builds the fire—Eberhardt's body temperature spikes, his dick throbs harder, rigid and leaking. They ride the rhythm together, bodies slick and straining, until ecstasy crashes over them both, erupting in shuddering release.