Pierce Paris towers over lean muscleboy Casey Everett, but this afternoon it's the hot little bottom in charge. Casey rubs and teases Pierce through his pants and then briefs, peeling them down to stuff his greedy mouth with long thick meat. Pierce reaches around the back of Casey's head to guide him straight down onto the thickening root. Once Pierce is hard and standing at attention, Casey poses ass up at the couch.

Pierce can't help taking the bait, and dives in head first for a juicy mouthful of fuzzy ass. He rims so deep and well that Casey moans and bites down on his own hand to revel in waves of pleasure. "Please fuck me" is the only message he can convey, and Pierce is ready and grateful to reply.

Driving straight into Casey doggy-style, Pierce's heavy nuts slap against Casey's hairy taint with every stroke. Their bodies knit like parts of a precision machine, Casey backing hard into every powerful thrust. Now Casey is up on the couch holding on to the back rest with both hands as he bears down to ride Pierce's pumping prod. Casey's legs are spread wide as a Russian gymnast's as he barely catches a breath. Raw cock meets hungry ass. Pierce pummels Casey with deep. athletic strokes that rattle his whole body. They lean in to kiss as a heavy load rumbles up, and Pierce aims it onto his bottom boy's thirsty tongue. Dripping with creamy juice, licking up every last drop, Casey caresses his hot spent top.