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Paddy O’Brian and Kyle King are two of the most handsome, masculine guys around. And they’re really hungry to jump on each other. On the spacious deck of the house, only a couple yards from ripening vineyards, Kyle breaks away from his lip-lock with Paddy and kneels before the hunky British lord’s king size cock. It’s a real beaut, and Kyle goes at it with lascivious joy. Standing up, he bends over a bench and receives the regal scepter right up his furry asshole. Paddy doesn’t ride easy either; he seems to only know high gear and deep brutal blasts. Kyle winces and gasps, his aching asslips stretched to the max. But he never backs off, and his powerfully clenching ass revels in the merciless invasion. Paddy hawks a great glob of spit on his gleaming tool and jerks up a storm, rewarding Kyle with a full-blast facial. With his shiny cum-slick cock, he grinds his cum into Kyle’s beard, and makes the battered bottom’s own creamy load soar high.

Dean Monroe only looks like he’s relaxing in the den with a book. With his cock peeking out from his open bathrobe, he’s really luring striking Jed Athens to come and get it. The book’s forgotten when the clean-cut Jed’s own cock surges steely hard from his robe. Jed’s foreskin nibbling and extreme cocksucking ravishes Dean with suction so great Dean’s nearly knocked out. Devouring Jed’s long bone, Dean’s a deep-throat master who seems to have no need to breathe. Near delirious, the sweat covered pair whirl into a flip-flopping furor—Dean laying on his back, his tent-pole cock standing straight up with Jed impaled, and then Jed splaying Dean’s legs wide to shove first his tongue and then his rock-hard cock impossibly deep into the black depths of Dean’s accepting ass. Lips locked, the gasping lovers milk up heaving jets of steamy cum.

Flanked by a statue of Buddha, the modelesque Micah Brandt is in the meditation room getting centered. It’s a good thing, because handsome Tate Ryder’s going to rock his world. When Tate strides in, his green eyes cast a spell on Micah that’s doubled by the glamor of his great big, steely rod. Tate gets it centered right down Micah’s throat, and face fucks the choking cocksucker with speedy, hard thrusts. He smacks Micah’s perfectly round bubble butt, slips a finger or two into his warm inviting hole, and slowly snakes his glossy cock inside the smoldering depths of Micah’s bronze ass. Tate’s a fuck machine, excavating Micah’s hole with his ass-splitter cock, flailing the joy stick of Micah’s throbbing meat, making him moan and gasp loud as he throws such a mean power-fuck that the nearly insensible couple finally work up buckets of man-juice.

With his sleek body, beautiful bone and boyish face, Bobby Clark makes quite a team with heavy-hanging, tattooed, macho-fucker Tyler Torro. Tyler’s got dark strength in the granite slab of his muscled body, and Bobby’s got the classic Falcon appeal of buff, fresh youth. The living room’s serenity is quickly jolted when Tyler and Bobby lock eyes, palming the smooth muscle of each other’s bodies, and savoring the sight of their two big cocks rising to rigid glory. Tyler’s broad, meaty cock dominates Bobby and he worships it as long as he can before Tyler pulls him off and plows his tower-of-power prick into Bobby’s tender butt. Bobby has to brace himself against the fierce assault, but when he sits on the mighty tool, he grinds down with all his weight so every bit of it feels the crazy tight grip of his hole. He overwhelms Tyler with a milking so irresistible they both stir up intense explosions of what was Deep Inside—a man pleasing mountain of cum.