Maximum Cruise

Seth Black knelt before Michel Lucas, his lips parting to swallow that uncut prick whole. He took it deep, throat stretching around the girth, eyes watering with raw hunger. Eagerly, he feasted—lips pulling at the fleshy foreskin, teeth grazing the swollen knob like a man savoring forbidden fruit. Michel's hands tangled in Seth's hair, guiding the rhythm, a low groan escaping as Seth's tongue swirled and teased. Heat built. Seth rose, fingers fumbling with his belt, pants pooling at his ankles. He straddled Michel's lap, that thick rod pressing insistent against him. With a slick push, he sank down, impaling himself inch by throbbing inch. They moved together—Seth riding hard, hips grinding in urgent circles, Michel thrusting up to meet him. Sweat slicked their skin; breaths came in ragged bursts. Climax crashed over them, cocks erupting in unison, hot seed spilling across chests and bellies in messy, glorious release.