Open Season

Allen lounged back, eyes fixed on Brad and Bill, those two eager young bucks tangling in their raw heat. He'd only meant to watch, savoring the show from his first solo stint. But desire stirred, hardening fast. He couldn't resist—plunged right into the fray. They reached for the monsters: dildos thick as wrists, longer than forearms, the biggest beasts in the drawer. Brad's pulse raced at first sight, a grin splitting his face. Then Bill pressed the colossal tip against his ass, shoving slow and relentless. Brad gasped, body arching. 'More,' he begged, voice husky, demanding every inch. Bill obliged, Allen's strong hands guiding the way. They worked all three giants into him, stretching him wide, then Bill's scorching fist followed, knuckles deep in that greedy hole. The bedroom became their wild arena—Brad and Bill tumbling from bed to floor, trading spots in a frenzy. Cocks slammed home, fists twisted in, toys plunged without mercy. Allen wove through it all, fueling the storm. A three-way scorcher, etched in sweat and surrender.