In this flip-fuck scene from Spain In The Ass, Sir Peter and Paddy O’Brian engage in the hottest top to bottom game you’ve ever watched. A game as hot as a hot Spanish macho.
Scene Recap
1. Sir Peter and Paddy O’Brian have engaged in flip-fucking – Sir Peter was initially penetrated by Paddy’s oversized cock.
2. After rimming Sir Peter’s thick ass, Paddy filled him with his long, throbbing cock.
3. Both men were covered in sweat during their encounter; Paddy took Sir Peter from behind and then moved to missionary position.
4. Sir Peter ejaculated messily on his own body hair, followed by Paddy pulling out to cover Sir Peter in additional sticky white satisfaction.
Scene Details
As Sir Peter wrenches his battering ram of a cock from the depths of Paddy O’Brian’s quivering hole, the room trembles with the echoes of their carnal coupling. The sunbeams filtering through the window cast a golden halo around the perspiration-soaked pair, now poised for a new stage in their debauchery.
Paddy’s tongue snakes out like a serpent, inching its way towards Sir Peter’s inviting crack. The tip delicately traces the taut ring of muscle, sending electric shivers through Sir Peter’s chiseled frame. That delectable ass, now slick with the mixture of sweat and their own mingled desires, beckons him further. With a determined groan, Paddy plunges his probing tongue into Sir Peter’s welcoming passage, savoring the taste of him. The musky scent of lust fills the air, a heady perfume that incites their already raging lust.
With a wicked grin, Paddy lifts Sir Peter’s hips, aligning them perfectly for what’s next. He grips his stiff, pulsating cock in his hand, ruby-red and leaking pre-cum—a testament to the raw power coursing through his veins. Guided by insatiable hunger, he slowly begins to feed his length to Sir Peter’s prepared entrance. The slick head breaches the muscle, causing Sir Peter’s breath to hitch in his throat. As Paddy sinks in deeper, Sir Peter can’t help but growl with primal lust, his own cock bobbing with each powerful thrust.
The heat between them is stifling, the air a volatile mixture of their lusty grunts and obscene moans. Slowly, Paddy gains momentum, driving his aching shaft deeper into the depths of Sir Peter’s grasping canal. With every brutal pump, the bed creaks and groans under the weight of their animalistic lust.
As Paddy’s rhythm escalates, their bodies slap together, the sound of flesh against flesh ringing out through the room. Sir Peter’s moans amplify, desperate and carnal. Paddy curls his body around him, one arm snaked around Sir Peter’s chest as the other maintains a relentless grip on his hip—claiming him, consuming him.
Paddy’s torso glistens in the sunlight as he thrusts with wild abandon—a magnificent specimen driven by the most base and filthy desires. Every muscle ripples and dances beneath the sheen of sweat coating him. His biceps bulge with each driving thrust, tendons flexing and straining in his neck as he gives himself over to the savage need pulsing in his veins. The sculpted lines of Sir Peter’s body frame him, a living testament to their shared cravings.
With a snarl of primal lust, Paddy withdraws from the tight heat of Sir Peter’s ass, causing them both to gasp at the sudden emptiness. Before Sir Peter has a chance to protest, Paddy flips him onto his back, claiming his mouth in a passionate kiss that steals both their breath away. Without breaking their kiss, Paddy mounts him, gripping his cock at the base and guiding it to Sir Peter’s still-gaping hole.
There’s no time for gentleness now, no room for teasing. They’ve stoked the fire between them, and now it demands to be quenched. With a savage grunt, Paddy plunges back in, sheathing himself to the hilt once more. Their bodies piston together, driving Sir Peter closer and closer to the edge with each unyielding thrust.
Paddy stares down at Sir Peter, his eyes burning like hot coals as their bodies move in perfect tandem. The muscles of Sir Peter’s torso ripple in waves beneath him, quivering with the onslaught of pleasure coursing through him. The look on Sir Peter’s face is one of sweet agony—eyes squeezed shut as he unravels beneath Paddy’s unrelenting onslaught.
With a thunderous roar, Paddy feels his own orgasm building, a freight train barreling towards him with no hope for escape. His balls draw up tight against his body, every muscle in his stomach tensing as he surrenders to the waves of ecstasy rolling through him. He unleashes his load deep within Sir Peter’s slick channel, filling him with a seemingly endless surge of molten pleasure.
Their breaths come in ragged gasps as they stare into each other’s eyes—a moment frozen in time as they remain locked together in their unholy union. Yet Paddy is not yet finished. With a lingering kiss, he slowly withdraws from Sir Peter’s well-fucked hole—a lingering testament to the ravenous hunger that still gnaws at them both.
He takes Sir Peter in his arms, cradling him like a precious treasure as they lay back against the tangled sheets. The sun casts its golden glow over the room, a silent observer to their depraved indulgence. Their heartbeats slowly return to normal—the only remaining evidence of the storm of lust that consumed them so completely.
Exhausted, sated, and spent, Sir Peter curls against Paddy’s chest. The taste of sweat, sex, and satisfaction hangs heavy in the air as they bask in the afterglow—knowing that this sinful dance is far from over. For as long as their bodies demand it, they will continue to push each other to ever-greater heights of depravity.
But for now, they rest—completely and utterly satiated by their illicit union. And as consciousness begins to slip away from them, they know deep down that this is merely the beginning of their depraved dance. An insatiable hunger stirs within them both, demanding to be fed yet again—and they shall answer that call without hesitation. For they have become the masters of each other’s desires… and there is no limit to what they will endure in pursuit of sheer, unadulterated pleasure.
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