Hungarian Heat

In the villa's hushed glow, Korath Fereng locks eyes with the sculpted Serge Timar, their gazes sparking an instant, electric pull. The two studs slip away to a private room, where raw desire ignites. They map each other's chiseled bodies with eager hands, tracing ridges of muscle and sinew. Fingers grope firm torsos, stroking heated skin. Lips crash together in a fierce, devouring kiss. Serge's mouth descends, tongue swirling over Korath's thick prick, the mushroom tip emerging slick from its fleshy hood. Korath returns the favor, sucking Serge deep, savoring the salty pulse. Hungry jocks, they devour every inch—nipping necks, laving abs—until tension shatters. They peak hard, spilling hot loads in shuddering release.