From a common love for the phase and locker-room lust as well as the high school wrestling team, the lads bond boners assemble till the young dudes are all set to rock.
Warm air gathers over the sheets while they inch closer. A slow kiss lands first; the next one answers with confidence. The headboard taps a soft beat and forgets to count. They let the pace ease, breathing in the same measure. They lie shoulder to shoulder, counting heartbeats.
It's your cock they are stroking before dropping to their knees to worship your powerful erection before turning you round, parting your pert butt cheeks and inching their way inside you.
Passed this pledge around like a hotdog down a hallway, pile driving him up until all the big loads came out. He didn't seem to mind, maybe hewants to be the bitch of the frat, sounds good to us. Onlyfans're gonna need that tight hole after a long day of football practice
Night air slips past the window while the sheets welcome them. They trade soft nods that say keep going. The duvet bunches and drifts as they find their flow. The frame hums once beneath them and falls still. The air tastes softer, and so do their smiles.
