Hard Sex

Lance Gear works over every inch of Steve Parker, both of them naked and shaved except the strip of fur on Lance’s chest. He slaps Steve’s pecs until the nipples stand out, then snaps the whip straight across Steve’s hard cock. Steve jerks, the sting real. Lance turns the whip with the same cool he’d bring to a dance floor and paints Steve’s balls red, then lays it across his back—clean, even strokes that land with a crack. Steve takes it. When the whipping stops, Lance drops to his stomach and spreads; Steve mounts him, driving in deep and hard, hips slamming. Lance flips, legs up, and Steve stays at full throttle, pounding without pause. Brendan Austen steps in—tall, broad, face like trouble. Steve pulls out, shoves into Brendan just as deep, and never slows the rhythm. Lance kneels by Brendan’s head, strokes fast, and shoots across his chest in thick ropes. Steve grabs a fat, ribbed dildo, works it to the base inside Brendan until the bottom jacks himself and shoots. Steve pulls out and finishes last, pumping a heavy load over both men.