Worked Up

Horny pup Parker Perry halts his workout mid-stride, drawn like a magnet to the sultry steam room where trainer Phenix Saint lounges, his chiseled body gleaming and that formidable cock stealing the show. Phenix catches the young rogue's eager gaze, a knowing spark in his eye. In a heartbeat, Parker drops to his knees, devouring the thick shaft with ravenous hunger, gulping it deep into his throat. This fevered contact? Pure elixir for their aching frames—each stroke, each caress, every heated kiss and teasing lick a balm for muscles screaming in need. Phenix reciprocates, latching onto Parker's uncut length, sliding the hefty rod between his vise-like lips, back and forth in slick rhythm. Then they collide fully. Phenix's rigid cock breaches Parker's tight, puckered hole, wrenching moans from them both in raw ecstasy. He thrusts in and out—frantic bursts, languid draws—shifting positions relentlessly, the pounding a delicious torment. Phenix hammers with feral intensity, pushing Parker's limits until, one by one, they erupt, spilling their loads in shuddering release.