Sit Tight

Virgil Sainclair and Tristan Paris lock eyes, their hunger igniting like a spark to dry tinder. No pause, no second thoughts—they surge forward, feeding on each other's raw desire. The heat builds fast and fierce. Virgil claims Tristan's mouth first, his uncut cock—thick and unyielding—thrusting deep, stretching lips that part eagerly. Tristan moans around the invasion, hands gripping Virgil's hips, urging him on. Then Virgil shifts, positions Tristan just right, and plunges into his tight hole. He drives in hard, pulling out only to slam back, each stroke a furious rhythm that echoes their gasps. Sweat slicks their skin; muscles tense and release in perfect sync. Tristan arches, takes it all, his body a willing canvas for Virgil's relentless assault. Pleasure coils tight, unbreakable. They shatter together—Virgil flooding deep inside, Tristan spilling gobs of hot seed across his own chest in thick, pulsing ropes.