850BDT – Pounded

The tension crackles as hands wander hungrily over sweat-slicked skin, fingers digging into thick muscle with possessive need. Lips crash together—open-mouthed, urgent—as their bodies press flush, cocks throbbing against each other in heated promise. A low groan escapes when one drops to his knees, tongue lapping at leaking precum before swallowing length with desperate hunger. Then—no more waiting. Hips snap forward, burying deep into tight, gripping heat. Skin slaps skin in a relentless rhythm, the bed creaking under their force, every thrust drawing ragged moans. Legs hook over broad shoulders, surrendering to the punishing pace until their bodies burn, their voices break. And when release hits, it’s primal—pulsing, shuddering, their shared cries muffled against hot, heaving chests.