Fit For A Man

Peter Wilder kneels before Zack Alexander, bound in slings that lift his hips just so. Peter's mouth descends with eager reverence, lips wrapping Zack's thick cock, tongue tracing every ridge. He lavishes attention on Zack's heavy balls, sucking gently, then deeper. Zack groans, his own desire rising. He pulls Peter close, returning the favor—his tongue swirling over Peter's shaft, tasting salt and heat. Jake Andrews watches, pulse quickening, then steps in. He claims Zack's mouth, feeding him inch by inch. The three entwine in a slick daisy chain: Peter devours Zack, Zack savors Peter, Jake thrusts into Zack's willing throat. Bodies press tight, breaths mingle in ragged harmony. Tension coils, unbreakable. Release crashes—three cocks erupt in unison, thick ropes of pearly seed spilling hot and triumphant across skin.