Riding Hard

In the dim hush of the barn, two randy ranch hands—Falcon Exclusive Roman Heart and the long-dicked newcomer Carter Longway—lounge against hay bales, sparks of boredom igniting their hunger. Their boss, Scott Swann, pokes his head in, voice gruff: keep an eye on Fancy, his gal, out tending the stable. The door swings shut behind him. That's all it takes. The studs pounce, lips crashing, hands roaming rough denim. Roman drops to his knees first, freeing Carter's thick shaft, sucking with a cowboy's greedy rhythm—deep, wet pulls that make Carter groan low. They tumble into the straw, Carter flipping Roman onto all fours, plunging in hard, hips snapping like a lasso's crack. Sweat slicks their skin; the air thickens with musk and moans. Mid-thrust, Ken Browning saunters in, eyes widening then narrowing with lust. He strips fast, joining the fray. The three tangle in a frenzy—Ken feeding his cock to Roman's eager mouth while Carter pounds from behind. They switch seamless, a whirlwind of flesh: Carter rims Ken open, then buries himself balls-deep; Roman rides Ken reverse, grinding down with feral grace; Ken takes Roman's ass, the slap of skin echoing off wooden beams. Sucking circles the action—lips stretched wide, tongues swirling salty tips, throats working overtime. They chase peaks in every position, bodies slick and straining, until exhaustion claims them, sprawled in a heap of spent limbs and satisfied sighs, the barn silent save for their ragged breaths.