Militia, Scene 4
Hard-earned pecs and massive shoulders burst out of threadbare T's as Race Cooper and Marcus Ruhl hurry to shed their camo trousers and feel the heat of their cocks pressing against each other, just as their lips do. Race's cock is rampant but he sublimates his need in order to suck Marcus. When Race isn't sucking, he's trailing his tongue from the tip of Marcus' veiny cock down to the base of his balls. Race has no gag reflex. His cock is dribbling precum onto his thigh when they swap positions, giving Marcus a chance to slurp Race's tasty meat. He foams at the mouth, punching Race's unyielding abs with his fist as he sucks. Suddenly Marcus is on his back. His tree-trunk thighs will fuel Race's desires for the ass he's about to plow...hard. Even while ass is getting plundered, Marcus crunches his bodybuilder abs to curl forward and gut-punch his aggressor. Marcus' clenching ass becomes a carnal black hole as Race puts him through his paces, pounding until they expel the juices of their sexual combat.
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