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Joe Young lounged back, his humongous cock throbbing in the dim light. Clint Fox dropped to his knees, eyes locked on the prize. He wrapped his lips around the thick shaft, taking it deep—too deep. A gag escaped him, raw and urgent. Sam Dixon watched, pulse racing, then slid in close. His hands steadied Clint's head while his tongue teased Joe's heavy balls, easing the strain. Tension snapped like a taut wire. The three tangled in a frenzy—Clint sucking Joe's length with renewed fury, Sam munching on Clint's firm ass, cheeks spreading wide under eager laps. Joe thrust into Clint's mouth, then flipped Sam onto all fours, pounding his hole hard and deep, each slam echoing their grunts. They switched, relentless: Sam buried in Joe's ass, tongue probing every ridge; Clint fucked Sam raw, hips slamming forward in brutal rhythm. Sweat slicked their skin. Hands flew to their own cocks, stroking fast and fierce. Climax hit like a storm—jism sprayed the air in thick arcs, splattering chests and faces in hot, sticky release.