Madrid Sexy

Mike Colucci's loose sweatpants do nothing to hide his tree-trunk thighs or that killer ass. Out on the street, Alessandro Masterio spots him and asks for the time—only to claim the time of his life. Patience snaps; Alessandro can't wait. He reaches out, groping Mike's firm cheeks right there, steps from the bullfighting ring. Mike fires back, yanking Alessandro's cock and balls free for any passerby to gawk at. Thrilling, yes—but the pressure in their balls demands more. They bolt to Mike's apartment, where they collide in a frenzy of clutching kisses, barely pausing to peel off clothes. Mike's deep-chested frame gleams freckled and smooth, every muscle carved from raw power. Alessandro, slim and wiry, sports a pelt of body hair and a three-day beard that scratches just right. Bare feet scuff the floor as shoes and pants fly. Clad only in tighty whities, they grind hard cocks together, heat building like a storm. Mike sinks to his knees, arms locked around Alessandro's hips. He licks, then swallows deep, driving them both toward whiplash frenzy. Then Mike spins, crouches low—like a sprinter poised at the blocks—offering up one of the hottest asses on earth. Alessandro dives in. A sit-fuck ignites: Mike's muscular back flexes, tan-lined buns thrust in perfect rhythm while Alessandro plunges to his core. Climax crashes—Mike unloads into Alessandro's eager mouth as Alessandro's thick spurts stream from his pulsing cock.