Phoenix Leo—a walking, throbbing monument to barely contained lust—meets his match in Sebastian Bluu, a jockstrap-clad provocateur who turns a casual meetup into a sweat-slicked, hole-wrecking marathon. The chemistry? Nuclear. Phoenix’s thick cock strains against his tight briefs like it’s trying to break parole, while Sebastian’s barely-there jockstrap frames his ass like a neon sign reading “Fuck Me Raw.” Spoiler: they do.
The scene ignites with Phoenix pawing at his bulge, desperation etched across his face as Sebastian drops to his knees, teeth tugging the waistband of those suffocating briefs. “Let it breathe, big guy,” Sebastian purrs, unleashing Phoenix’s monster dick with a wet snap before swallowing it whole. The camera lingers on spit-slicked shafts and quivering thighs, Sebastian’s tongue working overtime while Phoenix fists the sheets, torn between thrusting and collapsing.
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But Sebastian’s no one-trick pony. He flips the script, bending over to present his jockstrap-clad ass to Phoenix, who buries his face between those cheeks like a man starved. The rimming is obscene—slurps, moans, Phoenix’s nose digging deep as Sebastian arches and begs, “Wreck it… wreck me.*” Phoenix obliges, tearing the jockstrap aside and spearing Sebastian bareback in one brutal thrust.
What follows is a masterclass in unhinged fucking. Phoenix’s hips piston like a jackhammer, his balls slapping Sebastian’s ass as the jock’s hole stretches to accommodate every inch. They switch positions—missionary, doggy, Sebastian riding reverse—each shift driving them closer to the edge. Phoenix’s climax hits like a freight train: he rams deep, roaring as he floods Sebastian’s guts, then watches his own cum drip from the twitching hole. Sebastian finishes himself off, jerking furiously until he paints his abs, breathless and grinning like the deviant he is.
