Manhole 2

Shawn Hunter fastens the collar around Tris Roberts's neck, a sleek claim of possession, then leads him straight to Damien Holt, who waits with a predator's gleam. The eager manwhore drops to his knees without a word, his mouth watering as he engulfs Damien's thick rod, lips stretching wide to take every pulsing inch. Shawn, pulse racing, can't stay sidelined. He steps forward, joining the fray. This wicked trio swaps turns devouring cock—hot, slick suction pulling deep, gulping down rigid lengths until throats ache with the strain. Soon, Tris becomes the center of the storm. His mouth fills with one man's girth while another thrusts relentlessly into his tight hole, pounding without mercy, bodies slick and urgent. They shift the rhythm. Damien squats low, impaling himself on Shawn's shaft, riding hard with a growl that echoes their shared hunger. Tris finds himself pinned between the two alphas, his lips working both cocks in tandem, tongue swirling over veins and tips. Damien erupts first, ropes of thick cum painting Tris's face in a sticky mask. Shawn follows, unleashing his own torrent, a fierce blast that rivals the first. Tris shudders and spills his load, creamy spurts marking his own release in the heat of it all.