Tales From The Locker Room 3

Drake Von, the football hunk, flushes with embarrassment as his cock swells to life right there in the exam room. Muscular doctors Bruce Beckham and Taylor Reign exchange knowing glances. They lean in close, voices low and reassuring. 'Nothing to hide here,' Bruce murmurs, eyes locked on the athlete's thick bulge. 'We want to take a closer look at that.' Drake's shaft, girthy and unyielding, demands both men's mouths. They drop to their knees, lips wrapping around his length in tandem, tongues swirling over the veined heat. Saliva glistens on his bushy base as they work him deeper, moans vibrating against his skin. They trace lower, fingers parting his cheeks to reveal the fur-lined entrance. Tongues probe there next, lapping at the tight ring until Drake shudders. Now it's his turn. The docs bend over the exam table, asses presented like an invitation. Drake dives in, his tongue flicking and circling first Bruce's musky hole, then Taylor's, savoring the earthy taste that makes his pulse race. Back in the team's locker room, the air thick with sweat and desire, Drake and Bruce turn their focus to Taylor. They stuff him full at both ends, cocks plunging in rhythm. Drake thrusts into the doctor's greedy ass first, bare and unrelenting, hips snapping with athletic power. Bruce takes over, his daddy frame driving deep while Taylor gags on Drake's girth. The double-team builds, relentless and raw. Taylor breaks first, ropes of cum splattering his stomach in hot bursts. Drake pulls out and unloads across the doctor's face, painting those sharp features white. Bruce follows, his seed erupting over Taylor's still-hard dick, marking the spent man in sticky triumph.