Construction Zone 3 - Working Class Ass

Sean Harris and Huessein square off in the dirt and sweat of Construction Zone 3. Sean’s ass has been legend since the first tape; hungry, greedy, famous for taking everything thrown at it. Huessein moves in, hungry for a taste. His tongue works deep, slicking the tight ring until it loosens and starts to bloom. Sean groans, pushes back. A rosebud peeks, wet and red, begging for more. Huessein slicks his hairy forearm and sinks it in, one slow inch at a time. Sean’s body opens around the thick muscle, swallowing it. Huessein works deeper, twisting, pulling back, driving in again. The hole flexes, puffy and stretched, each thrust pulling another low growl from Sean’s throat. Fist and wrist disappear, forearm gleaming with lube and heat. Sean rocks into every shove, riding it, taking it all. The camera lingers on the slick slide in and out, the way Sean’s rim clings, the way his body shudders when Huessein twists and opens his hand inside. They move like they’ve done this for years, raw need driving every thrust, every twist, every grunt. No camera tricks, just two men, one wrecked hole, and the heavy rhythm of fist and flesh until Sean’s whole frame shakes and the scene cuts on the sight of his open, pulsing ass.