Deep Hole Dungeon

Deep in the dungeon, ginger stud Seamus O'Reilly buries his face between Gage Lennox's hairy cheeks. He works Gage's thick cock till it's hard, then spits into his crack and pushes the slick mess inside. Gage slams his palm against the back of Seamus' skull and shoves him deeper, grinding that fur-lined hole over his tongue. Seamus peels the cheeks apart, growling, "We're gonna leave this cunt gaping. You like that, don't you, pig?" Gage answers with hungry grunts, begging for a fist already. Black gloves snap on. Lube glistens. Seamus buries his fist knuckle-deep, punching slow then fast, stretching the hot tunnel until it swallows past the wrist. Gage rocks back, taking it harder, and Seamus spreads the swollen ring so wide the red insides show. He props his elbow on the bench edge; Gage lowers himself, body weight driving Seamus deeper still. Rolled onto his back, Seamus drives upward in relentless punches, nailing the spot that makes Gage shake. "Fuck, you're gonna make me cum," Gage spits out. His moans crest, then he sprays thick ropes across his hairy abs, chest heaving, spent.