Rhodes' Rules

Tyler Saint prowls the club, his body cutting through the haze like a predator on the hunt. Eyes sharp, he spots Andre Barclay bent over, that mechanical dildo relentless, drilling into his ass without mercy. The sight stirs Tyler's twisted cravings. He closes in, thrusts his swollen cock toward Andre's lips, and rams it deep, feeding him every throbbing inch. Andre dives in, lost in filthy bliss, sucking Tyler's thick shaft while the machine pounds his hole raw. Soon they scrap the robot, and Tyler takes over, slamming home with raw, human heat that Andre's aching ass craves. Each thrust into that tender ring draws guttural sighs and growls from Andre, a symphony of sweet agony. They stroke themselves then, hands flying, until Andre shatters first, spurting his load in hot arcs. Tyler follows suit—no angel he—blasting ropes of cum across his buddy's face before drenching him head to toe, turning Andre into a slick, willing vessel for his seed.