Staxus says: Having returned from doing goodness-knows-what, goodness-knows-where, the aptly-named Gabriel Angel and his equally horny buddy, Louis Blakeson, decide to flop down onto a sofa. Getting better acquainted with each other’s bodies – a task that both lads quickly uptake with characteristic gusto.
As a result, it seems barely a matter of seconds before the boys are stripping out of their clothes and taking it in turns to suck on all the achingly hot cock that’s soon on display.
Blakeson, in particular, proving decidedly keen to practise his oral skills on the French guy’s handsome and ever-ready ramrod.
Then again, with a knob like that to entertain you, who the fuck can blame him? What Blakeson wants more than anything, however, is the feel of that raw monster as it pounds away quite unmercifully up his hungry little ass.
The enthusiastic rimming that Angel subsequently provides him with proves a more-than-adequate entree to the main course of sodomised debauchery that’s about to follow.
Suffice it to say that the puppy-like Brit is like a being who’s been whisked off to paradise once Angel’s dick is where it should be – namely pummelling energetically into his guts with unapologetic fury.
Then again, who wouldn’t enjoy getting that kind of no-holds-barred attention from a cutie of Angel’s standing? And who wouldn’t take full opportunity to ride the said shaft cowboy-style, as Blakeson does here?
All told, a fabulous, ball-bustin’ encounter that (not surprisingly) results in a veritable flood of sticky, pent-up boy-batter. Folks, you have been duly warned.