Nothin' Nice Episodes
Nothin' Nice
Nothin' Nice
Blue Blake is under the hood of a busted engine, grease on his hands, when Bull Stanton grabs him. Stanton yanks Blake's overalls down and buries his face in the cloth-covered crack, tongue pressing through the fabric. He strips the coveralls off, then peels away his own filthy tee, chest and arms thick as rebar. Stanton bends and spreads himself wide, offering the hole. Blake dives in, tongue working the thick ring while his own heavy cock swings free, foreskin still covering the head. Stanton sucks it back, hungry, then pulls Blake onto his lap. Teeth on nipples. Tongue in pits. They roll into a sixty-nine, thick bodies grinding, until Stanton reaches for the can of Crisco. He works the grease into Blake's hole, then drives a fat plastic dildo straight in, watching the shaft disappear. The toy gives way to a long steel grease gun; cold metal slides deep, pumping thick lube until Blake's hole shines. Blake returns the favor, pushing fingers past Stanton's clenched ring, one knuckle at a time. Stanton grunts, jerks his cock over Blake's face, then aims lower and paints the spread cheeks white. Both men drop to the concrete, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat, grease, and fresh cum.
Blue Blake is under the hood of a busted engine, grease on his hands, when Bull Stanton grabs him. Stanton yanks Blake's overalls down and buries his face in the cloth-covered crack, tongue pressing through the fabric. He strips the coveralls off, then peels away his own filthy tee, chest and arms thick as rebar. Stanton bends and spreads himself wide, offering the hole. Blake dives in, tongue working the thick ring while his own heavy cock swings free, foreskin still covering the head. Stanton sucks it back, hungry, then pulls Blake onto his lap. Teeth on nipples. Tongue in pits. They roll into a sixty-nine, thick bodies grinding, until Stanton reaches for the can of Crisco. He works the grease into Blake's hole, then drives a fat plastic dildo straight in, watching the shaft disappear. The toy gives way to a long steel grease gun; cold metal slides deep, pumping thick lube until Blake's hole shines. Blake returns the favor, pushing fingers past Stanton's clenched ring, one knuckle at a time. Stanton grunts, jerks his cock over Blake's face, then aims lower and paints the spread cheeks white. Both men drop to the concrete, chests heaving, skin slick with sweat, grease, and fresh cum.