Weekend Lockup

Young black stud Mandingo pedals hard through the bustling streets of San Francisco, sweat slicking his skin under the relentless sun. He bursts into his flat, chest heaving, breath ragged, cock throbbing with need. Without pause, he yanks down his sweatpants, freeing his massive, thick chocolate shaft—veins pulsing, head already glistening. He drops to the floor, grinding against the rough carpet like it's the firm body of a handsome stranger pinned beneath him. Hips buck wildly, muscles flexing in raw rhythm. Then, with a grunt, he spreads those meaty cheeks wide, exposing everything, fingers digging in as tension coils tighter. The buildup hits like a storm—he endures the frantic, aerobic frenzy until ecstasy shatters him, ropes of hot cum spilling across the fibers in a shuddering release.