Manhandlers

Eric Stone, the plumber—a towering, hairy hunk rippling with muscle—answers the call to Brent Sawyer's house. Kitchen pipes need fixing, and Stone dives in, wrench in hand. But the real work starts when he drops to the floor, lips wrapping around Sawyer's throbbing cock, sucking with expert rhythm. Sawyer moans, gripping the counter. Stone rises, slick and ready, bends him over the cool granite edge. He thrusts deep, doggie-style, pounding Sawyer's tight ass with raw, relentless power. Sweat slicks their skin; the air thickens with grunts and the slap of flesh.