Afterhours

Dak Ramsey's body radiates heat, furred with dark hair across his broad chest and those inked arms that flex with every move. Tattoos snake over his skin like secrets etched in midnight. He pulls Scott Tanner and Tag Adams close, their breaths mingling in the dim light. Tongues trace paths of fire—Dak laps at Scott's tight hole, teasing the puckered ring until it yields. Scott returns the favor, burying his face between Dak's cheeks, while Tag kneels to devour Dak's ass, his mouth hungry and insistent. The air thickens with moans. Then Tag bends, offering himself. Dak drives in hard, his thick cock stretching Tag's hole wide, pounding with relentless rhythm. Tag's lips wrap around Scott's shaft, sucking deep, throat working as Dak's thrusts rock him forward. Sweat slicks their bodies, a slick glide of flesh on flesh, each man lost in the raw pulse of it all.