Greased Up

Muscle-stud Karl Bruno pins Buck Yeager against the wall, their sweat-slicked bodies grinding with raw hunger. Karl's massive hands grip Buck's hips, fingers digging into firm flesh as he thrusts forward, testing every inch of give. Buck gasps, arching back, his cock straining against Karl's thigh—thick, veined, begging for release. They push harder, limits blurring in the heat, skin slapping skin, breaths ragged and desperate. Karl growls low, driving deeper, while Buck's nails rake down his back, drawing thin lines of fire. No holding back; they chase that exquisite edge where pain kisses pleasure.