Cabin Fever - Part 2

Big, hunky Mark Ford sits at the kitchen table, devouring his breakfast with relish. His buddy Dylan Roberts saunters in, stomach rumbling, eyes scanning for something to quench that deeper hunger. No need to search far—Dylan spots the prize bulging in Mark's pants, a thick, juicy sausage begging to be unwrapped. He drops to his knees, wild with need, and swallows it whole. His mouth works feverishly, tongue swirling and lips sucking that throbbing length, coaxing it to its fullest, hardest glory with every slick trick he knows. Mark pulls him up for a fierce kiss, tasting himself on Dylan's lips, then spins him around. He thrusts deep into that tight ass, stretching Dylan wide with his massive girth. Dylan moans low, groans louder as Mark pounds away, the kitchen counter their makeshift stage. They shift positions—Dylan bent over, then straddling—bodies grinding in a frenzied rhythm. Dylan rides that rod like a man possessed, bucking up and down, chasing every electric jolt. Sweat-slick and breathless, the studs grip their own cocks, stroking fast. They erupt together, ropes of hot cum spilling across the counter in glistening pools.