Marcel can't get enough. No matter how many times he fucks Ian open, the hole still begs for more. Ian's already wrecked, slit pulsing, when Marcel drives his fist back in, lube shining on every knuckle. He works it hard, twisting deeper, until Ian's rosebud pushes out, red and swollen, and Marcel can see every ruined inch he’s claimed. They jerk side by side, fast, desperate. Ian spills first, streaks across his own chest. Marcel keeps stroking his thick cock, then aims it low—thick ropes land on Ian’s hairy taint and the swollen rosebud still quivering between his cheeks.
Marcel can't get enough. No matter how many times he fucks Ian open, the hole still begs for more. Ian's already wrecked, slit pulsing, when Marcel drives his fist back in, lube shining on every knuckle. He works it hard, twisting deeper, until Ian's rosebud pushes out, red and swollen, and Marcel can see every ruined inch he’s claimed. They jerk side by side, fast, desperate. Ian spills first, streaks across his own chest. Marcel keeps stroking his thick cock, then aims it low—thick ropes land on Ian’s hairy taint and the swollen rosebud still quivering between his cheeks.
