Raging Stallion says: 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.
