Bottomless Cafe

Drew Sebastian came in hungry for company and left empty except for Sherman Maus' meat. One missed date, one open throat. Sherman feeds it to him raw, balls-deep, until spit runs down Drew's chin. Drew bends, ass out, and Sherman buries his face, tongue drilling the hole until it's slick and ready. Sherman stands, lines up, and drives in. Drew takes the pounding, groaning on the counter, but he wants more stretch. Sherman rolls him, fucks him face-down, then flips again. Drew spreads, cheeks wide, and Sherman slicks both hands. He works one, then two, then pours a cold stream of aioli straight into the gape. The thick white lube makes everything slide. Fist after fist disappears, knuckles popping past the ring. Drew jerks his own cock, rope after rope splattering his stomach while Sherman keeps the hand buried, twisting, owning the hole until the last shudder fades.