Knockout

Juan Rivero, that chiseled Brazilian stud with sun-kissed skin and a cock that could make statues weep, finally tumbled into bed with his hosts. Andrew Moretti, all lean muscle and sly grins, pinned him down first, lips crashing like waves on Rio's shore. Buck Monroe, the Serbian beast with eyes like smoldering coals, watched for a beat—then joined, his thick hands gripping Juan's hips, pulling him deeper into their shared heat. Juan had always figured Latin fire burned the hottest, cocks throbbing with untamed rhythm under the equator's gaze. But Buck? That wild Serb shattered the myth, his relentless thrusts and guttural growls proving a hunger that outmatched even the samba of desire.