Sean Zevran and Paul Wagner stand in the center of the room, licking and groping each other¬ís muscled bodies. Paul buries his face in Sean¬ís armpit; Sean accommodates, giving Paul access to that musky scent. Paul works his way south, through the landscape of ridged muscle and furry skin of Sean¬ís torso, stopping at cock level, where he squeezes and sniffs obsessively over Sean¬ís massive, throbbing, uncut meat. Paul can¬ít stand to wait any longer: he inhales Sean¬ís cock. Sean grabs Paul¬ís head and fucks his face. Then it¬ís Sean who¬ís craving Paul¬ís cock: Sean¬ís cheeks massage Paul¬ís cock as it advances more deeply down Sean¬ís throat. Sean can¬ít resist Paul¬ís hairy ass, and he advances his agenda tongue-first. Grabbing the waistband of Paul¬ís jock strap like reins, Sean drives his cock home. Paul groans and bucks, thrusting back against Sean¬ís lunges. After a hard ride, Paul flips onto his back as Sean scatters his seed across Paul¬ís hairy torso. Paul takes aim at Sean¬ís face and lets loose with repeated streams of thick, hot cum across Sean¬ís face.