Abell Casio dives in, his tongue spearing Tonny Garcia’s hole, feasting, preparing, his fingers digging into that firm ass, spreading those cheeks wide. Tonny moans, pushing back against Abell’s face, begging for more. “That’s it, Tonny—get that hole ready for my cock,” Abell growls, his saliva dripping from Tonny’s crack, coating his balls. Abell stands, his thick, uncut cock springing free, pre-cum already leaking. He teases Tonny’s entrance, rubbing the head against that tight hole, before slamming home, their bodies slapping, the bed creaking under their weight. “Fuck, Abell—you’re so big,” Tonny chokes out, his body convulsing as Abell’s cock hits that sweet spot over and over.
Abell sets a brutal pace, his hips snapping, his balls slapping against Tonny’s ass, the room filling with the sound of their fucking, Tonny’s moans turning to screams. Abell leans down, biting Tonny’s shoulder, marking him as his, their bodies slick with sweat. When Abell comes, it’s with a roar—his cock pulsing, his cum shooting deep into Tonny’s gut, coating his insides. But he’s not done—he pulls out, stroking his cock, aiming it at Tonny’s stomach, painting it with his seed, stream after stream, proving just how much he had stored in his balls. Tonny looks back at him, a smug smile on his face, his body glistening, his hole gaping, leaking Abell’s cum.
“Fuck, Tonny—that was insane,” Abell murmurs, collapsing beside him, pulling him into a sweaty, satisfied embrace. “You took my cock like a champ,” he adds, and Tonny just grins, kissing him deeply. “Anytime, Abell. Anytime,” he says, and they both laugh, content, spent, and utterly satisfied.
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