Sep 21

Pennetration

When Spencer Locke comes home from work, hot and horny to find boyfriend Trevor Harris cooking in the kitchen, the penne pasta isn’t the only thing he brings to a boil! He saddles up behind his boy with a stockpile of kisses he’s saved up all day. After a tender taste of tongue, Locke moves from Trevor’s mouth to his meat. He sucks the colossal cock right there on the kitchen floor as things heat up even more. Harris pulls the pretty boy up by the face, undoes his pants, pulls out his cock, and strokes the big beast before bending him over and making an ass appetizer of his beautiful back door. Trevor strokes his extra-long dong while munching butt; then, he plunges that incredible appendage deep into Locke’s loins. The cock cam catches Harris’ balls banging Spencer’s smooth, supple seat from every angle while Harris controls hottie by the hips. Locke turns around with his hog raging hand. The pretty pair kiss and stroke one another’s thick dicks before moving to the living room to take things to the next level. Harris slides his thirsty schlong sucker down on Spencer’s thick dick, devours the perfect piece whole. Then he hops on the spit slick dick and does some delicious damage to that derrire of his. Missing the Spencer’s sweet center, Trevor hops off the raw ride and impales that ass once more. He lays into Locke hard, hammering his hog deep till the dude’s dong spews salty seed all over that tight twink torso. It splatters onto his hard pink nips and all over that sexy six pack. Trevor picks up his punishing pace, pulls out, then plasters the boy’s pretty pink pucker with a thick helping of porn paste. Spencer’s cum covered hole winks and opens. Harris pushes his s till pulsing piece all the way in and out as fresh cream drips from the boy’s freshly banged butt hole.

Sep 19

Adrian Veidt: Game Winning Goal

Less than a minute to go in OT in the last game of the regular season. We’ve been hanging on by a thread for weeks, and it all comes down to this. A tie won’t cut it tonight, we need the W to get into the playoffs.Coach recognizes that it’s now or never, and waves the goalie to the bench. I jump onto ice just in time to catch your stretch pass. Right on the tape as usual.You recognize the look in my eyes from across the rink, the determined stare that means I’m not going to let anyone stop me from getting what I want. The unfortunate defender tasked with stopping me has no clue. He tries to stand me up at the blue line, but his body doesn’t even register against mine as I plow through him like he was a cardboard cut out. The defender’s ass finally hits the ice feet away from his original take off point. With no one between me and the goalie, I wind up for what is sure to be a vicious slapshot. As I swing the stick down with resolute conviction, the goalie braces for what he hopes is a tremendous impact somewhere on his body rather than in the net behind him. But at the last instant, instead of a scorcher on net, I pull the puck to my backhand and toss a perfect saucer pass across the slot. The puck finds you charging hard to a completely undefended back door, and you forcefully stuff it into the yawning net.The whistle blows, and the ref signals good goal. I nearly knock you over in our excited embrace. The rest of the team swarms us from the bench as the home crowd roars. Now it’s time for a *hard* earned shower….Maybe you can tell me what happens next 😉

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