Heavy Hung

Imagine two men, their gazes locked on you like predators sizing up prey, cocks throbbing with raw need. They circle, hungry, debating in heated whispers which hole they'll claim first—your mouth, your ass, or that tight grip between your legs. The thrill hits hard: you're the center of their storm, the spark to their fire. Blessing or curse? Surrender to it. Part your lips. Arch your back. Let them fill you, thrust deep, and ride the wave until they explode inside you.