Howlers

Adrian Alvarez drops to his knees, dark hair and olive skin set off by sweat. Dylan Strokes grabs his head with both hands, feeding cock past spit-slick lips. Dylan’s lean frame is strapped in black harness and steel cock ring, balls swinging heavy under the straps. He growls while Adrian’s throat works him deep, beard brushing the top of Adrian’s head. Adrian’s ass sits high on a padded bench, cheeks spread wide for whatever Dylan wants. Dylan pulls free, drops to his knees, and buries his tongue between smooth cheeks. He licks, spits, and works two then three fingers inside while talking filthy about how far that hole’s about to open. Gloves snap on. Thick lube squirts. Four fingers push in, twisting until the knuckles slip and Adrian gasps. Dylan switches fists, left then right, coaxing the pink ring to stretch wider with every thrust. Adrian rocks back to meet each shove, hole swallowing wrist after wrist. When Adrian stands and drops down again, gravity drags him until Dylan’s forearm disappears. Dylan’s free hand strokes himself fast. They break apart. Adrian swallows Dylan to the root, taking every hot pulse straight down his throat.