Jock Pussy: Colby Tate & Marcus McNeill

Colby Tate and Marcus McNeill are such a good match. This is their first scene for Jock Pussy, and they look so comfortable together. Marcus McNeil lounges on the bed, abs chiseled and shirtless, as Colby Tate slips into the room—a lithe FTM twink with a mischievous grin. The TV drones on, but Marcus’s focus shifts to Colby’s sinewy frame, his hands already tugging at the hem of his own tank top. Colby straddles him, lips crashing together in a feverish kiss, tongues dueling as fingers claw at fabric. Shirts shred first—Colby’s smooth chest presses into Marcus’s hairy torso, their groins grinding like gears finding rhythm.

Marcus flips the script, peeling off Colby’s briefs to reveal his most intimate secret—a glistening hole begging for attention. His tongue dives in, circling the tight ring, savoring the musk of sweat and anticipation. Colby writhes, nails digging into the sheets, until Marcus pulls back. “My turn,” Colby rasps, sinking onto his knees. He swallows Marcus’s thick cock whole, cheeks hollowing, throat convulsing as he deep-throats the shaft. Marcus groans, fists gripping Colby’s hair, hips thrusting forward until Colby chokes out a whimper.

Missionary style follows—Marcus eases inside, his cock stretching Colby’s ass inch by agonizing inch. Colby’s legs lock around his waist, heels digging into his back as Marcus pistons into him, sweat dripping onto Colby’s neck. Then Colby takes control—cowgirl, bouncing hard, rotating his pelvis to milk every ridge. Marcus flips him onto all fours, doggystyle turning brutal, their moans echoing off walls. When Marcus cums, he doesn’t pull out—spurts coat Colby’s insides before he collapses on top, sealing their postcoital kiss with a growl.

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