Allen Lucas and Axel Kane dominate the scene, their broad, tattooed chests flexing as they pin Nicolas Ryder down, his hole stretched wide by Axel’s thick cock, Allen gripping his hips to keep him still. Brian Michaels kneels behind, his muscular arms wrapped tight around Ty Mitchell’s waist, fingers digging into his ribs as he slams into him from behind, the fur beneath them muffling their grunts. Ryder’s back arches, his tattoos rippling as Axel’s strokes deepen, while Mitchell’s head drops forward, his breath ragged against the fur. The only sound is the wet slap of flesh and the, unfiltered rhythm of two men taking turns.
