Falcon Crest

George Vidanov, Janos Volt, and Zoly Mirlos stumble upon Martin Hubai in a sun-dappled meadow, his body bare and hand wrapped tight around his throbbing cock, stroking with urgent need. The three muscled intruders waste no time. They dive in eagerly, mouths hungry, tongues tracing every inch. Lips seal around shafts, sucking deep and relentless. They fuck one another raw, hips slamming in wild rhythm, and rim with shameless greed, tongues plunging into slick heat. George swings a leg over Martin's rigid length, sinking down slow at first, then bouncing with fierce abandon. Janos mirrors him on Zoly's cock, riding hard, bodies glistening with sweat. The four men chase ecstasy in a heated tangle, breaths ragged, until release crashes over them—hot spurts painting skin and earth in their shared frenzy.