Chi Chi LaRue's Late Night Drive In

Luka Phoenix had just watched Mike Russo command the stage, hips grinding through the night. Now, raw hunger gripped him. He craved the stripper's sweat-soaked pits and that deep, musty ass. Mike bent low, offering himself. Luka buried his nose and tongue between the muscle hunk's hairy cheeks, inhaling the primal scent, lapping with urgent flicks. Mike spun around then, his girthy cock thrusting deep into Luka's throat, stretching it wide. Luka gagged but took it all, saliva dripping. Mike stuffed his used jockstrap into Luka's mouth next, the fabric tangy and damp, silencing him with its musk. They collided in the empty strip club, bareback and fierce. Luka plunged into Mike first, then they flipped, Mike's thick shaft claiming Luka's hole in turn—a raw, switching rhythm that built like a storm. Luka teetered on the edge. He pulled his massively big dick from Mike's ass and aimed it straight at his face, erupting in ropes of cum. Mike lapped it up greedily, devouring his own oversized load right off Luka's worn, pulsing hole.