We aren’t wasting time watching the guys stroll in, they aren’t taking time to say “Hi,”
and they sure as hell don’t need any warmup. They’re plugged right in to face-fucking,
ass-plowing action, and soon there’s a six-man pile up of porthole poking going down.
Stretch slips it into Jay, alongside Logan ramming Robbi, next to big-bruiser leatherman
Nate slamming Cobalt. The pistoning pals produce an opening salvo of stud sauce, and
Jay’s mind-boggling orgasm blasts five jet-propelled eruptions way over his head. It’s
the sort of break-the-bank money shot that would be the party-ender for most guys. For
this bunch, it’s just the kick-off.
Rocco’s asshole is twitching for action, and he jams his ass down on Cobalt’s fat
crowbar for a bumpy ride. But he wants a taste of Cobalt’s succulent hole, too, and
launches a gangbang, throwing the guy’s legs in the air and punching his cock up
Cobalt’s lube-lavished fuckhole, prepping the stretched-out hole to take on cock after
cock. Markus’ massive heft makes Cobalt’s balls boil, and Logan’s muscular assault
sends the custard spurting outta Cobalt’s ponderous prick.