Ringside

They trade a few fierce blows in Round 3, fists flying like sparks in the ring. Erik Rhodes takes a brutal hit, crumples, and crashes onto the mat, lights out. He stirs awake to Francois Sagat's lips devouring his, kisses hot and hungry, pulling him back from the edge. Francois slides a hand down, frees Erik's cock from its confines, and takes it deep into his mouth, sucking with raw intent. Erik hardens fast under that expert pull. Soon the big man drops to all fours, devours his rival's thick sausage, lips stretched wide around its pulsing length. He lingers there, teasing, then shifts lower, tongue circling Erik's asshole with slick, insistent strokes. Francois grabs Erik's ankles, yanks his legs wide, exposing him fully before plunging in—fucking that tight ass with steady, claiming thrusts. Now Erik bends over, ass up, and Francois rims him slow and thorough, tongue probing before he mounts and drives home. He grips Erik's hips like handles, bracing as he pounds deeper, faster, skin slapping sharp in the heat. The two stroke themselves hard, fists flying in rhythm, until they erupt together—ropes of cum spilling hot across the mat, bodies spent in the afterglow.