Big Dick Club

Steam clings to the air in the dim locker room, where sweat-slicked benches wait like silent witnesses. Mike Roberts, the rugged trade top with callused hands and a predator's grin, corners Roman Heart against the cold metal lockers. Roman, Falcon's golden exclusive, arches his back, eyes locked on Mike's unyielding stare. Mike's fingers grip Roman's hips, pulling him close. Their mouths crash together—rough, demanding. Mike strips Roman's towel away, exposing his lithe, toned body, cock already hardening under the scrutiny. He drops to his knees, no hesitation, and takes Roman deep, tongue swirling with expert precision. Roman gasps, fingers threading through Mike's damp hair, urging him on. But Mike rises fast, spins him around. He spreads Roman's cheeks, spits once for good measure, then thrusts in—slow at first, savoring the tight heat, then pounding with raw force. Roman braces against the locker, moans echoing off the tiles, every slap of skin a filthy symphony. Mike's hands roam, pinching nipples, slapping ass, owning every inch until they both shatter, spent and breathless in the humid afterglow.