The Player

Jeff Palmer's ass catches the eye first—firm, sculpted, begging for attention. K.C. Hart can't resist. He dives in, tongue tracing the warm cleft between Jeff's thighs, lavishing that uncut cock with slow, teasing strokes. He savors the heavy balls too, rolling them gently, a thorough bath of wet heat that draws low groans from Jeff. The air thickens with their rhythm. Jeff shifts, squats low over K.C.'s eager mouth, and thrusts his thick prick deep into the waiting throat—commanding, relentless. But Jeff's not done playing. He flips K.C. onto his back with a predator's grace, pins him there, and pounds into him like the star athlete he is, each drive a masterstroke of raw power and precision.