Hot Wheels

Brad Eliot's hunger burns fierce, pulling him to his knees amid the factory's hum. He can't resist Troy Halston's throbbing cock, wrapping his lips around it and drawing the shaft deep into his throat. His tongue swirls, massaging every inch with slick, insistent pressure. Troy grips Brad's hips, thrusting hard into that tight ass, each plunge a raw claim. They chase ecstasy in fervent rhythm—supply meeting unquenchable demand—until every craving shatters, leaving both studs spent and sated.