Saddle Tramps II

Brian Maxx steps into rancher Mark West's world, ready to claim his spot among the hired studs. Mark eyes him sharp, determined to test the goods. He drops to his knees first, lips wrapping around Brian's thickening cock. His mouth works with hungry precision, throat swallowing deep while one finger presses in, curling up into Brian's tight ass. Pleasure surges, raw and insistent. Brian's turn comes quick. He grips Mark's massive shaft, veins pulsing hot under his palm, and takes it in—lips stretching wide, tongue swirling as he bobs with expert rhythm. The air thickens with their grunts, sweat beading on skin. Heat builds like a storm, uncoiling. They can't wait anymore. Brian positions Mark, spreads those firm cheeks, and drives his cock in deep—plunging hard, relentless. He fucks with vigor, hips snapping, each thrust pulling moans from Mark's throat. Tension snaps. They pull apart just in time, cocks erupting in thick ropes of cum, splattering across chests and bellies in a sticky, shared release.