Shock, Part 2

Evan Taylor's lips brush Zach Richards' thigh, teasing lower until they meet Tiger's eager tongue. The three men tangle in a heated knot, mouths devouring skin—Evan sucking Zach's thick shaft deep, Zach lapping at Evan's balls with hungry precision, while Tiger rims Evan from behind, his tongue circling and probing with shameless greed. Saliva slicks their bodies; breaths come ragged, urgent. Lust surges like a sudden storm. They shift fast. Evan pins Tiger down, the muscle bottom's powerful frame yielding just enough. Evan thrusts in rough, claiming every inch, hips slamming with raw force. Tiger groans, arching up, his ass clenching around the invasion—a perfect storm of pleasure and bite. Zach watches, stroking himself, eyes locked on the frenzy. Evan pulls out, spent but not done. Zach steps in, grabbing Tiger's hips and driving home. He fucks with relentless rhythm, deeper, harder, turning Tiger's moans into desperate cries. Sweat gleams on their skin; the room fills with the slap of flesh. Climax builds swift and fierce. Evan erupts first, ropes of cum painting Tiger's chest in hot arcs. Zach follows, pulling free to unleash his load across Tiger's abs, marking the muscled expanse. Tiger lies there, spent and glistening, a satisfied wreck under their shared release.