Tarzan – Tarzan first time pounding a man-hole

The humid air hangs thick with musk as Tarzan’s powerful frame presses into the dim underground lair. Fingers dig into flesh, leaving possessive marks as primal hunger takes over—hot, open-mouthed kisses trail down a sweat-slicked back, teeth grazing tense shoulders. A shudder runs through him as his hands grip those thick thighs, spreading them wide against the leather sling. The first breach is electric—guttural groans ricochet off concrete walls as Tarzan drives in, relentless. Every stroke is deep, balls slapping flesh in a filthy rhythm, the obscene squelch of lube and sweat underscoring each thrust. His partner bucks, legs hooked over Tarzan’s corded arms, taking it with ragged gasps. The climax hits like a storm—muscles lock, pulses throb, and ropes of cum stripe trembling skin. Collapsing into the heat, they share one final, stolen kiss in the dark.