Hung Bunch

In the dim cellar, passions ignite between George Vidanov and Stefan Toth. These two young studs strip bare, their bodies lean and eager. George drops to his knees first, taking Stefan's hard cock deep into his mouth, sucking with fierce hunger. Stefan groans, fingers tangling in George's hair. They switch, Stefan's lips wrapping around George's throbbing length, tongue swirling over the tip. Heat builds. George bends Stefan over a barrel, spreads his cheeks, and dives in—rimming him slow and thorough, tongue probing that tight entrance until Stefan begs for more. They flip again. George lies back on the cool stone floor; Stefan straddles his face, grinding down as George licks and sucks. Bodies slick with sweat, they tangle in impossible poses—George hoisting Stefan against the wall, fucking him deep and relentless, hips slamming. Stefan takes control next, pinning George to a crate, pounding into him with raw power, each thrust a spark of ecstasy. They twist, acrobatic and unyielding, cocks plunging, asses clenching, until release crashes over them both.