The Abysse, Part 1

Axel Abysse and Matt Wylde drag their tongues over each other, hands locked on thick cocks stuffed inside stretched jock straps. Matt takes charge first, peeling Axel’s jock down to free the heavy, pierced, uncut cock and the smooth strip of taint beneath it. He pumps the thick shaft once, twice, then flips them both into an upside-down sixty-nine. Axel lies on his back, throat stretched around Matt’s pierced cock while his tongue works the smooth crack above him. Matt grinds down, rides that tongue, then pulls away and spins Axel onto all fours. He slams in fast and deep, driving his cock into the hole like he means to break it open. When Axel’s ass feels loose and ready, Matt yanks out and curls his fingers into a fist. One hard push and the whole hand disappears. Axel’s greedy hole swallows every punch and thrust, stretching wider with each jab. Matt pulls free, and the center blooms into a swollen red rosebud. The sight makes Axel piss in sudden bursts of pleasure, the warm stream soaking his own chest while Matt’s fist plunges back inside. Matt keeps pounding until the hole hangs open, wrecked and empty, the way Axel wanted it.