Decked out in jockstraps and leather harnesses, Angel Ferrari and Joel Someone are locked in an embrace with some heavy duty kissing. It’s clear Angel owns Joel as he moves his head up and down to deepthroat his big cock. This isn’t just sucking dick. This is face, throat, and skull fucking. And although Joel chokes and gags from time to time, it’s obvious he enjoys giving up control. At first, because Angel had his cock buried balls deep down Joel’s throat, the sub white boy kept silent. But once Angel buries his face in Joel’s ass and eats his hole, Joel becomes a loud, trash-talking slut! The bearded sub jumps and screams as Angel spurred on by Joel’s dirty talk, rims and fingers his hungry ass. And the proof that Joel wants Angel to slam him? When he says, “Penis up my guts.” And Angel provides. WHAM! One thrust. One shot. One scream. The bareback fucking is intense, but so are the screams and the grunting. Beefy, hung Angel doesn’t just fuck Joel. He wrecks him, taking ownership of Joel’s ass and driving him to the edge of lustful insanity. Angel blows thick, creamy man juice all over Joel’s face, and in his mouth. Joel shoots a juice load as well, practically singing as he comes, while his body jerks and jolts. This is what sex should be. Nasty. Intense. And full of trash talking, sex-crazed bareback whores.
When Brian Bonds gets mail delivery for someone else, he takes it upon himself to hand deliver the piece. Yes, he’s a nice guy and yes, he’s new to the neighborhood so hand delivering an item mistakenly put in his box would be the right thing to do. However, he thinks he knows who the mail is for and he secretly hopes he’ll get some action. When he knocks on the door, the man on the other side turns out to be none other than Damien Kilauea. Brian has the hots for the muscled bulldog and always up for a quick fuck. As is Damien, who throws caution to the wind, invites Brian inside and gets slammed on his own table, bareback flip fucking and pounded hard.