Roman's Holiday 2

Roman Heart drifts through the neon haze of Wenceslas Square, his steps leading him to a dimly lit watering hole. There, bartender Phil Sardou and patron Denis Reed spot the lonely American traveler. They slide a drink his way, eyes gleaming with invitation. 'Show us something,' they murmur, and Roman obliges without hesitation. He peels back his shirt, revealing a body sculpted like marble—rippling abs, broad shoulders. Denis's hands roam first, tracing every ridge and curve. Phil follows, fingers greedy, exploring the heat beneath the fabric. Denis drops to his knees, eager. He engulfs Roman's rock-hard cock, lips stretching around its throbbing length. He slurps every inch, tongue swirling, drawing out low groans from the visitor. Phil can't resist; he leans in, and they trade off, mouths devouring the roaming American's meat in a rhythm of wet, urgent pulls. Heat builds. Denis rises, his thick 8.5-inch cock pulsing with need. He positions Roman on all fours, doggie style over the barstool, and thrusts deep into his tight ass. Roman's moans echo as Denis pounds relentlessly. The tourist, ravenous now, bends forward to deepthroat Phil's uncut cock, swallowing it to the hilt while saliva drips and hips slap. Roman's cries spur Denis on—harder, deeper, a frenzy of flesh against flesh. Then Phil claims his turn. With Roman still bent over the stool, Phil drives his tool straight down that welcoming chute, hips snapping with raw intent. The two Czechs reach their peak together, pulling out to unleash ropes of hot cum across Roman's heaving chest, painting him in sticky triumph. Roman answers in kind. He strokes himself to the edge and erupts, his white spooge splattering the barroom floor—a parting gift for his new friends, gleaming under the low lights.