Full Expedition

Krisztian Szabo and Martin Hubai tangled in a sweaty heap of limbs and moans, their bodies locked in raw, fleshy indulgence. Sweat-slicked skin slapped together as they thrust and ground, lost in the heat. Then George Vidanov burst in, eyes wild, begging for help—his climbing partner lay hurt on the crag above. Martin paused, phone in hand, and dialed Mountain Rescue with a steady voice. George nodded, ready to bolt back into the storm, but Krisztian and Martin exchanged a knowing glance. 'Rescue's on it now,' Martin murmured, his tone smooth as aged whiskey. 'Why rush off? Stay. Unwind.' George's hesitation melted under their insistent touches. They drew him close, sandwiching him between their heated frames. He dropped to his knees, lips parting to take Krisztian's thick, uncut cock first—velvet foreskin sliding back as he sucked deep, tongue swirling the salty tip. Martin pressed in from behind, guiding George's hand to his own throbbing length, uncut and heavy, veins pulsing under eager fingers. The air thickened with grunts and wet sounds. They fucked like wolves in heat—Krisztian claiming George's mouth while Martin plunged into him from behind, hips snapping in relentless rhythm. George gasped around the shaft filling him, bodies twisting in a frenzy of slick cocks and clenching holes. They switched, relentless, sucking and pounding until urgency peaked. Krisztian erupted first, hot spurts flooding George's throat. Martin followed, groaning as he unloaded deep inside. George came last, spilling across the floor in shuddering release. They collapsed, breaths ragged, the fire of desire finally banked to embers.