Huge #2

Steve Sprague gripped the wheel of his pickup, the engine rumbling as he cruised down the backroad with Chris Randall riding shotgun. Spotting a shady pull-off tucked away from prying eyes, Steve veered in sharp. They ditched the truck and plunged into the woods, just a quick scramble through the underbrush. Horniness clawed at them both, cocks throbbing and leaking pre-cum in sticky trails. Steve didn't waste a beat. He slammed his massive, slick shaft straight into Chris's throat, pounding deeper with each savage thrust. Saliva dripped everywhere, coating lips and chin in a glossy sheen. Then Steve spun, his brute strength pinning Chris's face right into the hot cleft of his ass. 'Tongue it clean,' he growled, voice thick with command, forcing Chris to lap at the sweaty, musky ring. Steve's dick swelled even thicker, iron-hard now, primed for a brutal fuck. Chris braced for it—the sharp sting twisting into ecstasy, the raw grind that would finally spill Steve's pent-up load.