Czech Tales, Part 2

In the hushed isolation of a mountain retreat, Tibor ensnares yet another unwitting soul. From the shadows outside, John and Jirka peer in, transfixed, as the hulking brute dominates the innocent Nicolas Santos. Desire surges between the two men—they caress firm muscles, lips lock in hungry kisses, mouths descend to devour throbbing cocks. Tibor, ever the cunning predator, maneuvers his prey precisely where he craves: Nicolas drops to his knees, head dipping rhythmically into Tibor's lap, savoring the thick, pulsing shaft like forbidden fruit. He urges the eager young man deeper, voice a low rumble of command, then pulls him up for searing kisses as reward. Tibor shifts, kneeling now to claim his turn—he engulfs Nicolas's rigid length with expert suction, stoking the fire higher, priming that lithe body for the raw, pounding thrust they've both hungered to unleash.