Ripped

Sebastian Kross flexes his chiseled frame for Gabriel Cross, every ridge and swell a testament to sweat-soaked hours. Hands wander boldly as their lips crash together. Cocks strain and harden, tenting the tight fabric of their jockstraps. Gabriel dives into Sebastian's armpits, his tongue tracing wide, hungry paths across the musky skin. He drops to his knees, yanks the jockstrap free, and swallows Sebastian's thick shaft down to the root. Gabriel drapes his powerful legs over a massive exercise ball, arching to offer up that plump, irresistible ass. Sebastian wastes no second, plunging his face between the cheeks; Gabriel reaches back, parts his firm glutes wide to invite the feast. They shift to the floor for better grip—Gabriel sprawls eagle-wide, and Sebastian thrusts deep, his cock gliding in slick, unhurried strokes. Gabriel twists to his side, then rises, clutching the punching bag as Sebastian hammers into him with raw fury. Finally, Sebastian pulls out and unloads straight into Gabriel's waiting throat. Gabriel strokes himself to release, rubbing his warm seed across Sebastian's carved abs like a lover's signature.