There are many things that turn us on. Some of them are inexplicable. It’s sometimes how fetish is born because you never know what’s going to make you hard until you see it. For Mason Lear and Brian Bonds, it’s … Continue reading →
There are many things that turn us on. Some of them are inexplicable. It's sometimes how fetish is born because you never know what's going to make you hard until you see it. For Mason Lear and Brian Bonds, it's having to stay at home. The inability to go out when and where they want. A craving builds that stokes the fires of lust. Without haircuts, without a shave, Mason and Brian make out and take turns sucking each other. Brian's cock has never looked so huge as Mason tries to service the full length. But there IS one thing he can take care of completely, in the sloppiest, mouth-watering, cock-rousing way. Eating ass. Mason rims Brian that slides home with only spit for lube. Brian remains fully hard as Mason bareback fucks his hole, and his thick cock swinging back and forth like a pendulum, as he bounces up and down on Mason. The two work up a healthy sweat as they work towards a climax. Mason pulls out long enough to show us he's blowing his load, then slides back inside to seed Brian, who then shoots all over the couch. Sloppy, messy man whores.
