Hardline

Mike Branson craves a spark in their bedroom routine with Brent Sawyer—it's grown stale, predictable. He starts slow, teasing Brent's lips with an array of toys: a sleek vibrator, a firm plug, each one slipping past his teeth to coax out moans. Brent's eyes gleam, hungry. Mike saves the best for last. He coats his thick cock in whipped cream, the white peaks glistening, then thrusts deep into Brent's waiting throat. Brent devours it, no mere sugar rush satisfies him; he sucks with fervor, tongue swirling around the shaft, taking every inch until Mike's control frays. Frenzy overtakes them. Mike flips Brent onto his stomach, spreads those firm cheeks, and works his ass open—fingers first, then lube-slicked probes that leave Brent slick and begging. Aroused beyond reason, the two studs lock in, Mike's massive length plunging deep, pounding with relentless rhythm. They fuck hard, bodies slick with sweat, building to a shuddering peak where Mike unloads another creamy flood inside him.