Backflip

Coach Daniel Kriley beckons Martin Hubai to the poolside, promising thrills far from any drill. No laps today—just raw, rewarding indulgence. The six men divide swiftly into pairs. Marko Balazs drops to his knees, lips wrapping around Peter Bodanszky's thick shaft. Gorgeous George Vidanov dives face-first into Antal Reczi's lap, tongue teasing the heavy length. Kriley wastes no time, swallowing Martin's cock whole. 'Thar she blows!' he murmurs, savoring the uncut bounty before him. These foreskinned prizes pulse against his throat, a feast of foreskin and vein. But the real prizes glint behind: Daniel's, Marko's, and George's tight assholes, ripe for their burly partners to plunder deep. The merry mermen thrust through swells of muscle and sweat, cocks plunging into those clenching rings until the whole crew shudders. Six ropes of creamy jism erupt, splattering skin and tile in sticky triumph.