Musclebound

Angel Rock leans in to spot Donnie Dean on the bench press, his eyes devouring every flex and strain. He steals touches along Donnie's thighs, fingers lingering just a beat too long. Sly grins pass between them as Angel hovers close, his hairy pecs brushing inches from Donnie's own furred chest. With a wicked tug, Angel yanks off Donnie's shorts. A stiff boner springs free, demanding attention. Their lips crash together in a deep, wet kiss, tongues battling with raw hunger. Angel's mouth roams lower, lavishing Donnie's hard, furry body—his tongue traces paths so filthy they'd land him in cuffs across most states. Donnie's turn now: he strips Angel's shorts, revealing that fat, long, curved cock, thick as a promise. Donnie's tongue swirls around the head, teasing the vein, before he swallows it whole, throat working with expert rhythm. Angel seizes the reins, bending Donnie over for a doggie-style pounding. His cock drives like a heat-seeking missile, slamming home into Donnie's ass with unerring precision. They shift to a sit-fuck, bodies locked tight. Donnie erupts first, ropes of cum arcing high through the air. He rallies quick, mouth open to catch Angel's hot load, savoring every salty pulse.