Afterhours

Steve Trevor and Duncan Stone knelt before each other, their hard cocks throbbing with urgent need. Steve leaned in first, wrapping his lips around Duncan's shaft, tongue swirling along the sensitive underside as he sucked with deliberate hunger. Duncan groaned, his hand tangling in Steve's hair, then returned the favor—taking Steve deep into his mouth, bobbing with a rhythm that built fire in their veins. Saliva glistened on their lengths, the air thick with their shared breaths. Satisfied with the tease, Steve grabbed the big dildo, slicking it with lube before pressing its thick head against Duncan's tight entrance. He pushed in slow, inch by unyielding inch, watching Duncan's face twist in exquisite agony. Duncan gripped the sheets, hips bucking as Steve thrust the toy deeper, faster, stretching him to his limits until a raw cry escaped—too much, he couldn't take another plunge. They collapsed together then, hands flying to their cocks. Steve came first, ropes of cum spilling over his fist, and Duncan followed in a shuddering release, their loads mixing in hot, sticky evidence of the storm they'd unleashed.