Wrecking Crew

Evan Matthews believes the site is empty. He pulls out his long rubber cock, twelve inches in length and eight inches thick, and works it up his ass right there on the floor. London sees him through the glass and steps inside. He takes the handle and shoves it harder, driving the toy deeper until Evan’s hole opens into a red rosebud. Evan drops to his hands and knees and tells the thick, hairy daddy to give him a fist. London sinks his arm in; Evan sits back and swallows it clear to the elbow. The stretch keeps going. Every push drags another inch of forearm inside. Sweat drips off both men. The sound of wet skin and heavy breathing fills the empty room. London keeps the pressure steady while Evan rocks down harder, chasing that deep, raw fullness.