Brad – Getting pounded by Brad again

Brad’s thick, veiny arms lock around his submissive prey, their sweat-slicked muscles glistening under the dim light as their hungry mouths clash in a sloppy, heated kiss. Fingers dig into bulging biceps and quads, worshiping every inch of carved beefcake as Brad grunts, pressing him down for greedy throat-fucking. The air thickens with grunts and the slick slap of skin when Brad flips him onto all fours, his powerful hips pistoning deep—no mercy, just raw, animalistic muscle domination. His back arches as Brad’s relentless thrusts drive him wild, the bed rattling under their primal rhythm. Guttural moans escape as Brad’s grip tightens, dragging him back onto each brutal stroke until their bodies seize, exploding in thick, mutual release—utterly conquered by pure alpha force.