The air is saturated with pheromones, with only candles to hold back the dark. Boomer Banks lies in a large white circle inscribed on the floor, his head and feet touching the edges. His huge cock, dead center, points skyward. Shawn Wolfe, Trelino, Tyson Tyler and Dato Foland converge and a feeding frenzy ensues. Their four butts run the gamut of skin tone from pale white to dark chocolate. They pass Boomer's cock back and forth for a taste of its massiveness. Those awaiting their turn stroke his balls, or kiss ... Boomer, or each other. The sounds of man sex are everywhere: slurping, grunting, groaning, and dirty talking. Imprisoned on his back, Boomer reaches out with his hands and finds two cocks to stroke. The group separates, Boomer getting sucked by Tyson while Shawn and Trelino put their mouths together in a tube for Dato to fuck. In this vast tangle of happily naked flesh and mouths crammed with cock concludes when everyone shoots their loads.
The writhing mass of muscle and ink, part black, part white, is Race Cooper and Seven Dixon. They're joined at the tongue. Race is smooth and Seven isn't, but their desires are identical. Their enormous cocks fight for supremacy, slapping against each other, making audible smacking sounds. Seven swallows Race's cock and Race makes his tongue disappear in Seven's hole, which is pink and ringed with hair. Pulling his face away from Seven's muscular bubble butt, Race rams his cock full-bore into Seven's hole. The impact makes the furniture shake, but Seven's hard glutes barely ripple. Both studs' groans rise in an erotic symphony and their muscles glisten with sweat. When Seven shouts that he's coming, Race bends him over backwards, crooks an elbow around his neck, grabs Seven's cock and jacks until streams of jism pour forth, coating his thighs. Then Race shoots his own creamy load across Seven's backside.
The air is saturated with pheromones, with only candles to hold back the dark. Boomer Banks lies in a large white circle inscribed on the floor, his head and feet touching the edges. His huge cock, dead center, points skyward. Shawn Wolfe, Trelino, Tyson Tyler and Dato Foland converge and a feeding frenzy ensues. Their four butts run the gamut of skin tone from pale white to dark chocolate. They pass Boomer's cock back and forth for a taste of its massiveness. Those awaiting their turn stroke his balls, or kiss ... Boomer, or each other. The sounds of man sex are everywhere: slurping, grunting, groaning, and dirty talking. Imprisoned on his back, Boomer reaches out with his hands and finds two cocks to stroke. The group separates, Boomer getting sucked by Tyson while Shawn and Trelino put their mouths together in a tube for Dato to fuck. In this vast tangle of happily naked flesh and mouths crammed with cock concludes when everyone shoots their loads.
Trelino is a handsome young fellow, clean-shaven and smooth, with caramel-colored skin nearly free of ink. He's leaning into a large box, while Tyson Tyler and Dato Foland knead his glutes and tongue his hole. Trelino's hole has them full of sexual energy that has to go to the next level. Tyson and Dato take time to attend to the demands of their throbbing cocks: Dato lies on his back and Tyson lowers his twitching hole onto Dato's projectile. He slams down hard repeatedly, his balls crashing into Dato's at the bottom of every plunge. This exchange has them even more charged up, and they quickly turn their attention back to Trelino, whose grin widens to make room for Tyson's cock in his mouth while Dato's cock fills his hole. Tyson rocks his hips, pushing his cock ever deeper down Trelino's throat, while Dato's fills his ass. Trelino's reward is a cocktail of Tyson's cum and cock juice followed by the quick release of his load and Dato's that settles into the concavities of his abs.
Boomer Banks is so hung that his cock touches the ground while he squats to blow bearded bear cub Shawn Wolfe. Shawn's well apportioned fur runs from his pecs tapering to his navel, flaring into a bush surrounding his cock and balls, then between his legs into the crack of his ass. He is hunkered over with sexual pleasure. He squeezes his nuts with one hand and Boomer's neck with the other. When Boomer orders him to bend over, Shawn does it, his feet and palms flat on the floor, perfectly positioned to have a gargantuan cock rammed in his hole. Boomer skewers him in strokes of full bore-and-withdraw -- nearly a foot of hard meat penetrating Shawn's insides. Shawn gets in a shoulder stand, his spine perfectly vertical. Positioning his cock parallel to Shawn's back, Boomer fucks him in rapid pile-drive squats that deliver his immense dick deep into Shawn's hole. They switch it up for some missionary-style action that highlights the thickness of Boomer's endowment. After taking that massive cock from every angle, Shawn gets sent over the edge, drenching his torso in spooge. Boomer follows up by feeding his load straight into Shawn's cum-loving mouth.
Six intertwined, sweating bodies slither and crawl across each other. Every man finds a partner for fucking. Tyson Tyler plows Shawn Wolfe, adding lots of pelvic gyrations. Trelino's ass belongs to Dato Foland and Race Cooper rides the big fantastic of Boomer Banks' foot of schlong. The bouncing buns and throbbing cocks blend new and familiar faces with skin of every color. The grunting and groaning kick up the heat level. Ultimately, the energy focuses on Shawn, whose inviting ass becomes a black hole, sucking in every cock in sight in a champion gang bang. The men circle'round. While waiting for their turn at Shawn's ass. Shawn is in a cock trance taking every one inside -- one after the other -- reveling in the pleasure. After each has their turn on Shawn, his mouth welcomes every load. As he takes each one, he jacks off. He can't tell which is pounding faster, his heart or his fist. His eyes roll back into his head as he explodes his built up load, drenching his furry torso in spooge.
