Benvi Barebacks Zen Goken

Leaning against the club wall, Benvi was drained. But when the rideshare arrived, the sight of the burly driver, Zen, reignited his energy. Through the rearview, Benvi’s eyes flirted with Zen’s, a silent challenge. Benvi stepped out, his intent clear in the way he moved, and knocked on Zen’s window, murmuring a proposition.

Inside the workshop, Benvi didn’t waste time, pulling Zen into a deep kiss. The powerful driver, Zen, sank to his knees, taking all of Benvi into his mouth. Benvi then bent the sturdy Zen over a workbench, preparing him with his tongue before pushing inside. Zen braced himself, meeting every one of Benvi’s deep thrusts. Soon, Zen was on his back, legs wide, as Benvi drove into him.

Their moans grew louder, far from covert. With Zen’s ankles locked around him, Benvi poured himself out over Zen’s body. Catching his breath, Benvi whispered, “That was fuckin’ hot, but you’ve gotta head out,” suddenly aware of his sleeping husband nearby.