Manhole 2

Behind a shimmering cellophane curtain, Dean Tucker arches under the relentless thrust of a mechanical dildo, its unyielding length burrowing deep into his asshole. Brock Armstrong stands transfixed, eyes locked on the skewered spectacle, until hunger pulls him into the fray. He thrusts his cock into Dean's eager mouth, and the blowjob hits like lightning—wet, urgent, utterly mind-blowing. They tumble onto a nearby couch. Brock bends low, offering himself; Dean dives in, jabbing his tongue deep into that tight hole, savoring the musky heat. Passion ignites. They clash in a fierce makeout, lips bruising, tongues warring. Brock's fingers plunge into Dean's ass, fingerfucking him with raw intent while his mouth engulfs Dean's throbbing dick, sucking hard. They rise again, bodies slick with sweat. Dean claims Brock now, ramming his hot poker into that clenching ass, pounding with fierce rhythm. A swift switch—Dean strokes his own cock furiously as Brock takes charge, fucking that tight hole with powerful strokes. Dean erupts first, shooting ropes of cum across his hairy belly. Brock pulls out and jacks himself off, spilling hot seed in tribute. Finally, they collapse into each other, drowning in a torrent of kisses.