Iron Works

In the dim hum of the print room, Filippo Romano and Paul Johnson grip their own rigid cocks, stroking with urgent rhythm. Sweat beads on their brows as they chase release. Then beefy delivery man Jake Gianelli bursts through the door, eyes widening at the raw display. He doesn't hesitate—clothes hit the floor in a frantic pile. His thick frame joins them, hands roaming, mouths hungry. They tangle in a heated three-way frenzy: lips lock, fingers probe, cocks thrust deep into willing heat. Grunts echo as they grind together, slick and relentless. Cum spills in hot spurts, leaving the three studs drenched, exhausted, and grinning like wolves sated after the hunt.