Dungeon Pig

Brian Bonds is already buried face-first in Devin Franco’s hole, tongue working the smooth crack with slow, greedy strokes. He drags his wet mouth across the tight ring, tasting deep, then straightens and shoves his raw cock inside. Devin lies flat, legs spread, taking every thick inch bareback while Brian pounds hard. Brian pulls out, balls his fist, and sinks the whole thing straight back in. Devin groans, taking each punch like he wants more. Brian never wastes a stroke—he feeds his cock in beside his fist, double-stuffing the stretched hole. When he draws both out, Devin pushes, blooming a bright red rosebud. Brian fucks the open ring, then steps back. Devin stands, drops down onto Brian’s wrist, suspended on the thick forearm. His cock bounces, heavy and hard, while Brian works it with steady strokes. Devin shoots, cum striping his abs. Brian grins, breathing hard. “My turn.”