Big Dick Club 2

Cort Donovan, heavy-hung and unyielding, locks eyes with Hans Ebson. Their mouths collide first—hungry sucks that pull deep, tongues tracing every ridge and vein. Hands roam, gripping firm asses, fingers parting cheeks for a teasing rim that circles slow, then dives in with wet insistence. Cort teases Hans's hole with his thick cockhead, sliding just the tip, building the ache. Hans arches, begging without words. Then frenzy erupts. Cort thrusts home, pounding with raw power, while Hans bucks back, their bodies slick and slapping in heated rhythm. Sweat beads, moans echo—they fuck like men possessed, chasing that shattering release.