Ass On The Line

Mark Evrett comes back shaved clean, but the game stays filthy. Allen's fist is already buried deep, forearm disappearing into that hole, and Evrett's cock stands stiff and ready. Allen drives in harder, pounding his fist like a piston, mouth sliding over Evrett's shaft. The strokes turn frantic. Evrett shudders and shoots thick ropes across his stomach. Allen rises, spreads his hairy cheeks, and lowers onto Evrett's waiting tongue. Wet licks trace his rim while lips pull his cock back to full heat. Evrett catches the swollen shaft, guides it inside Allen, then presses his own fist through the slick ring. Allen's cock snaps rigid the second knuckles breach him, and the two men grind together, sweat and spit slick on skin.