Summers is the 5'11, 165 lb versatile pornstar who has been in the business over 6 years. Longer or buzzed hair it doesn't matter, the Puerto Rican's lean, tatted body looks amazing either way and in whatever position he's playing. Fenrir is a model and pro wrestler down in Florida having trained with Gangrel. This 220 lb stud is not just eye candy, he's got the moves and athleticism that exceed his looks -- making him the complete package -- well except for the fact that he's dumb as rocks. Can't have it all though.
For a brief moment when Summers sees Fenrir saunter down the ramp to the ring in his tight, black trunks he forgets that he's going to be wrestling and thinks that he's on set to shoot a scene. And how could he not? Fenrir is ripped and dripping in oil, highlighting every muscle in his gorgeous body. But then the bell rings and he's reminding where he's at.
Fenrir stares across at Summers as they circle around, he is pretty sure he recognizes Summers from somewhere, but can't tell where. Either way he's got almost 60 lbs on Summers so the wrestler has even more confidence going into the match.
The two men grapple and Fenrir swings around, getting the pornstar in a waist lock. Summers tries squatting down to break the hold, but Fenrir hoists him up and slams him down, swatting at his head, taunting him. Fenrir takes a step back and watches Summers pick himself back up, and charges right at Fenrir. The wrestler leaps up allowing him to pass through his legs, Summers bounces off the ropes and Fenrir takes him down with an arm drag, holding him in a lock. But Summers twists his way free and hits a couple of strong chops across Fenrir's chest before whipping him into the ropes. Fenrir comes rebounding back and gets taken down by a powerful back elbow.
Summers picks Fenrir up by the hair, which pisses the wrestler off. He shoves Summers back and then explodes with a clothesline, taking him down. He hits a leg drop and then proceeds to stomp on Summers as the pornstar rolls towards the ropes for safety. Fenrir takes a step back smirking as Summers struggles to get back up. He then delivers a punch to his head, knocking Summers back into the ropes, tangling the top two ropes, trapping Summers in between them. Fenrir licks his lips, liking Summers positioned like this, and hits a couple more punches before running back and coming at him with a big boot that is so hard it frees Summers from the ropes. The pornstar stumbles forward, completely dazed. Fenrir scoops him up and hits a big powerslam and then climbs on top of him for the cover. One. Two. Summers punches out, appearing to still having fight left in him, but really all he can think about is getting his hands on Fenrir.
Fenrir takes a breather, walking back to the corner showing off his body as Summers stands back up. He lunges back at the pornstar, but Summers ducks his punch, grabbing on to Fenrir's waist and hits a German release suplex. Fenrir rolls back up to his feet and kicks Summers in the gut. He slings the pornstar's arm over his shoulder to lift him up, but Summers rolls him up with an inside cradle. One. Two - Fenrir just kicks out at the last second.
Both men scramble up to their feet, but Summers leaps up and hits a dropkick that knocks the athlete back into the ropes. Fenrir runs back at him, but Summers ducks the clothesline and grabs Fenrir with a reverse neckbreaker. He stomps on Fenrir a couple of times but the wrestler gets back up and Summers backs away. They square off again, an intensity in Fenrir's eyes has Summers nervous. They lock up, pushing back forth at each other to get the advantage. Summers ducks under Fenrir's arm, getting behind him, and then chokes his arm around the wrestler's neck. Fenrir struggles to breathe as Summers flexes even tighter, surprisingly strong with his leaner frame. He pushes back, but Summers still holds on, so he pushes them back again this time into the corner, slamming Summers against the turnbuckles, but Summers holds on. He pulls Fenrir in tighter, the wrestler's ass rubbing against his groin. Fenrir can feel Summers's boner through his trunks and that gives him enough motivation to push back again, slamming Summers into the turnbuckles hard enough to break the hold. He steps away to collect himself as Summers stares at his ass, seeing his tight trunks form a wedgie. He abruptly turns around and charges at Summers going for a spear, but the pornstar dodges out of the way and he eats turnbuckle. With his ass out in a compromising position once again, Summers stares at the trunks getting eaten by the ass before snapping out of it. He pulls Fenrir out of the corner and grabs his arm around his head running them both out with a bulldog. Summers sits on Fenrir, using his knees to pin his arms, his crotch right in the wrestler's face. One. Two. Fenrir shoves the pornstar off of him, insulted that the jobber would think he could pin him like that.
Fenrir stares across at Summers as they circle around, he is pretty sure he recognizes Summers from somewhere, but can't tell where. Either way he's got almost 60 lbs on Summers so the wrestler has even more confidence going into the match.
The two men grapple and Fenrir swings around, getting the pornstar in a waist lock. Summers tries squatting down to break the hold, but Fenrir hoists him up and slams him down, swatting at his head, taunting him. Fenrir takes a step back and watches Summers pick himself back up, and charges right at Fenrir. The wrestler leaps up allowing him to pass through his legs, Summers bounces off the ropes and Fenrir takes him down with an arm drag, holding him in a lock. But Summers twists his way free and hits a couple of strong chops across Fenrir's chest before whipping him into the ropes. Fenrir comes rebounding back and gets taken down by a powerful back elbow.
Summers picks Fenrir up by the hair, which pisses the wrestler off. He shoves Summers back and then explodes with a clothesline, taking him down. He hits a leg drop and then proceeds to stomp on Summers as the pornstar rolls towards the ropes for safety. Fenrir takes a step back smirking as Summers struggles to get back up. He then delivers a punch to his head, knocking Summers back into the ropes, tangling the top two ropes, trapping Summers in between them. Fenrir licks his lips, liking Summers positioned like this, and hits a couple more punches before running back and coming at him with a big boot that is so hard it frees Summers from the ropes. The pornstar stumbles forward, completely dazed. Fenrir scoops him up and hits a big powerslam and then climbs on top of him for the cover. One. Two. Summers punches out, appearing to still having fight left in him, but really all he can think about is getting his hands on Fenrir.
Fenrir takes a breather, walking back to the corner showing off his body as Summers stands back up. He lunges back at the pornstar, but Summers ducks his punch, grabbing on to Fenrir's waist and hits a German release suplex. Fenrir rolls back up to his feet and kicks Summers in the gut. He slings the pornstar's arm over his shoulder to lift him up, but Summers rolls him up with an inside cradle. One. Two - Fenrir just kicks out at the last second.
Both men scramble up to their feet, but Summers leaps up and hits a dropkick that knocks the athlete back into the ropes. Fenrir runs back at him, but Summers ducks the clothesline and grabs Fenrir with a reverse neckbreaker. He stomps on Fenrir a couple of times but the wrestler gets back up and Summers backs away. They square off again, an intensity in Fenrir's eyes has Summers nervous. They lock up, pushing back forth at each other to get the advantage. Summers ducks under Fenrir's arm, getting behind him, and then chokes his arm around the wrestler's neck. Fenrir struggles to breathe as Summers flexes even tighter, surprisingly strong with his leaner frame. He pushes back, but Summers still holds on, so he pushes them back again this time into the corner, slamming Summers against the turnbuckles, but Summers holds on. He pulls Fenrir in tighter, the wrestler's ass rubbing against his groin. Fenrir can feel Summers's boner through his trunks and that gives him enough motivation to push back again, slamming Summers into the turnbuckles hard enough to break the hold. He steps away to collect himself as Summers stares at his ass, seeing his tight trunks form a wedgie. He abruptly turns around and charges at Summers going for a spear, but the pornstar dodges out of the way and he eats turnbuckle. With his ass out in a compromising position once again, Summers stares at the trunks getting eaten by the ass before snapping out of it. He pulls Fenrir out of the corner and grabs his arm around his head running them both out with a bulldog. Summers sits on Fenrir, using his knees to pin his arms, his crotch right in the wrestler's face. One. Two. Fenrir shoves the pornstar off of him, insulted that the jobber would think he could pin him like that.
Summers can only think of that flash in Fenrir's eyes when he pinned him, he could tell the wrestler wouldn't mind being in the position later. While Summers is analyzing that moment, Fenrir then jumps up and hits a jawbreaker, snapping Summers back into the corner. Fenrir fixes his hair, still wanting to make sure he looks good, and then charges in at him hitting a big bodysplash. He pulls Summers out and throws him on his shoulders in a fireman's carry and then rolls forward, releasing him. Summers moans out in pain, as Fenrir hops up to the top rope and hits a moonsault. Summers is out, but Fenrir doesn't go for the pin. He drags the lifeless body out and gets Summers on his feet. He slings Summers's arm over his shoulder and hits his delayed fisherman suplex finisher move, arching his back for the pin. One. Two. Three.
Fenrir stands back up, tossing his hair back and raises his hands in victory. Summers rolls away, feeling a bit more beaten and abused than he was expecting, but still he can't take his eyes off of Fenrir's body...
Fenrir stands back up, tossing his hair back and raises his hands in victory. Summers rolls away, feeling a bit more beaten and abused than he was expecting, but still he can't take his eyes off of Fenrir's body...
Fenrir struts into the locker room, his walk full of swagger, his eyes focused on one thing: Summers. He approaches him at his locker and puts his hand on Summers's shoulder, "Hey... Things got a little intense out there."
"Yeah..." Summers replies, not taking his eyes off of Fenrir's. "It was kinda hot though..."
"I mean, it's hot back here too," Fenrir moves his hands down Summers's arms to his waist and then brushing them up against the pornstar's groin.
"You want things to get intense here?"
Fenrir leans in and kisses Summers, holding him in place with arms and body, and, most importantly, with his mouth. There's that split second where Summers doesn't do a thing but feel, be smothered, be kissed. And then he pushes back, grabbing Fenrir's hair, tilting his head back as his tongue goes down the wrestler's neck then back up to his lips, nipping at them playfully before stuffing his tongue in.
A spark instantly shoots straight to Fenrir's dick, but he likes the taste of Summers's mouth and doesn't want to move on just yet. He pins the smaller man against the wall and buries his face into his neck. And like that, Summers makes one of those soft noises in his ear, wraps his arms around Fenrir. The wrestler breathes him in, sweat and musk and aftershave. He then cups Summers's crotch again and with a quick squeeze he can feel the same thing happening to his dick.
The pornstar is still breathing hard through his mouth, aching for more. Fenrir doesn't tease him any longer and squats down. He tugs Summers's shorts off, freeing the constrained boner. He doesn't admire it for long, moving in with his tongue licking the tip of the head just before sucking into his mouth, tonguing the underside in a move that has Summers groaning. Soon Summers feels Fenrir's mouth, hot and wet, around his cock, and all he can do is watch with admiration, fists clutched tight -- Fenrir couldn't be sexier.
"Ahhh," Summers arches his back, feeling a shiver go down it.
When it gets really good, Summers hisses, strokes his thumb all gentle-like along Fenrir's hairline before he jerks the wrestler forward. Not a hard yank, not enough to make him choke. Fenrir makes a noise, soft, practically yielding, and that's Summers's cue to push back and then repeat his thrusting. He brushes his hands through Fenrir's hair as he jerks his body forward, sending his cock down his throat.
Fenrir looks up at him with wide eyes, a smile on his mouth -- Summers tastes even better than he imagined. He places his hands on Summers's thighs, squeezing them as Summers's cock fills his mouth, and releasing his hold as it comes back out, strings of saliva keep his lips connected to the dick. Sliding his hand over the back of Fenrir's neck, Summers urges the wrestler forward, encouraging him to take his cock back inside his mouth at his own command. Fenrir takes the cue with a smirk, gripping his shaft as he presses the head against his lips. He inhales the cock, turning his head at just the right moment that makes Summers tense up.
Fenrir, down on his knees sucking Summers's cock, looks perfectly gorgeous. Perfect like he could be filming a scene, knowing exactly what angles work best. But the crazy thing about it is everything he does isn't for show, it's all just his natural tendencies, and they're blowing Summers's mind -- no acting required.
Fenrir looks up at him with wide eyes, a smile on his mouth -- Summers tastes even better than he imagined. He places his hands on Summers's thighs, squeezing them as Summers's cock fills his mouth, and releasing his hold as it comes back out, strings of saliva keep his lips connected to the dick. Sliding his hand over the back of Fenrir's neck, Summers urges the wrestler forward, encouraging him to take his cock back inside his mouth at his own command. Fenrir takes the cue with a smirk, gripping his shaft as he presses the head against his lips. He inhales the cock, turning his head at just the right moment that makes Summers tense up.
Fenrir, down on his knees sucking Summers's cock, looks perfectly gorgeous. Perfect like he could be filming a scene, knowing exactly what angles work best. But the crazy thing about it is everything he does isn't for show, it's all just his natural tendencies, and they're blowing Summers's mind -- no acting required.
"Fuck--" Summers finally pushes him back.
Fenrir grins, wiping the saliva off his lips, a knowing look in his eyes of what he did.
"Get on the bench," Summers says, pulling him up to his feet.
Fenrir readily obeys the command, first, he strips off his trunks to reveal the rest of his body, including his erect uncut cock. As he settles in position, the rigid muscles of his back tense awaiting what is to come. Summers admires the way Fenrir's back curves down only to rise again into his perfect ass, sticking out, vulnerable and ready. Summers slaps both his hands on his cheeks, impressed with their shape before pulling them apart and seeing Fenrir's puckered hole. Without hesitation he laps at the wrestler's entrance, pressing his tongue inside, moaning at the taste. He could have sworn he hears the door to the locker room open, someone is watching them, and smirks at the idea - he's had sex publicly before, so this wouldn't be the first time with an audience. He wonders if he should stop, but he loves the taste of Fenrir and the wrestler isn't backing down. So he continues licking at Fenrir, moaning as the wrestler's hips start rocking.
Fenrir grins, wiping the saliva off his lips, a knowing look in his eyes of what he did.
"Get on the bench," Summers says, pulling him up to his feet.
Fenrir readily obeys the command, first, he strips off his trunks to reveal the rest of his body, including his erect uncut cock. As he settles in position, the rigid muscles of his back tense awaiting what is to come. Summers admires the way Fenrir's back curves down only to rise again into his perfect ass, sticking out, vulnerable and ready. Summers slaps both his hands on his cheeks, impressed with their shape before pulling them apart and seeing Fenrir's puckered hole. Without hesitation he laps at the wrestler's entrance, pressing his tongue inside, moaning at the taste. He could have sworn he hears the door to the locker room open, someone is watching them, and smirks at the idea - he's had sex publicly before, so this wouldn't be the first time with an audience. He wonders if he should stop, but he loves the taste of Fenrir and the wrestler isn't backing down. So he continues licking at Fenrir, moaning as the wrestler's hips start rocking.
Fenrir glances over and sees the door shut, whoever came by is now gone. The thought of someone seeing him getting his ass eaten out didn't bother him, he's too turned on by the way Summers's tongue moves in him. Fenrir closes his eyes, picturing Summers's head buried in his ass, like he has seen him in so many of his scenes. He wouldn't object to being filmed, if anything he wants to witness their chemistry from another perspective. And if he's being completely honest, he wishes that Summers would suggest it.
"Aww fuck Ashton," Fenrir's eyes open.
"Aww fuck Ashton," Fenrir's eyes open.
He glances back as the pornstar pulls back and gives him a wink. Summers resumes admiring Fenrir's hole, imagining what it feels like to penetrate and then suddenly decides to go for it. He slips his first digit into Fenrir, testing the muscles and allowing him to adjust before inserting the second finger. Fenrir writhes and moans, showing no signs of pushback to Summers's exploration. Summers crooks his fingers inside him and pushes. Fenrir nearly reels, his entire body shudders as he gasps, "Ahhhhhhh..."
Summers delights in knowing the wrestler isn't too tight, that a man with this kind of ass regularly let others enjoy it.
"Yeah, give it to me," Fenrir whispers, hungry to be fucked.
If Summers had expected a struggle, Fenrir doesn't give it to him. Pleasure melts the wrestler, and he welcomes the warmth of Summers inside him. Any tangled knots he had are now soothed as the pornstar holds on to his shoulders and begins drilling into him.
"Oh yeah," Fenrir sighs as he tilts his head up confidently taking that cock.
Summers fucks him slow, measured, loving how receptive his bubble butt is, how perfectly round, smooth, and thick. Pushing his cock in and out of Fenrir is pure pleasure, everything seems to be happening so naturally, their chemistry undeniable. Fenrir has no worries about anyone entering the locker room, walking into their naked antics. With Summers's dick pumping in and out of him, it's hard to really think of anything else besides how incredible it feels.
The pornstar gradually picks up the pace, letting the sound of their skin clap together get louder and louder. Summers presses Fenrir's face down against the bench as he goes. He's much rougher than what the wrestler expected, but it feels like heaven. Fenrir imagines that they're filming a scene right now - picturing how hot they look and how their instant connection would read on screen, but mostly he thinks about how he could relive this moment over and over again.
"Yeah, give it to me," Fenrir whispers, hungry to be fucked.
If Summers had expected a struggle, Fenrir doesn't give it to him. Pleasure melts the wrestler, and he welcomes the warmth of Summers inside him. Any tangled knots he had are now soothed as the pornstar holds on to his shoulders and begins drilling into him.
"Oh yeah," Fenrir sighs as he tilts his head up confidently taking that cock.
Summers fucks him slow, measured, loving how receptive his bubble butt is, how perfectly round, smooth, and thick. Pushing his cock in and out of Fenrir is pure pleasure, everything seems to be happening so naturally, their chemistry undeniable. Fenrir has no worries about anyone entering the locker room, walking into their naked antics. With Summers's dick pumping in and out of him, it's hard to really think of anything else besides how incredible it feels.
The pornstar gradually picks up the pace, letting the sound of their skin clap together get louder and louder. Summers presses Fenrir's face down against the bench as he goes. He's much rougher than what the wrestler expected, but it feels like heaven. Fenrir imagines that they're filming a scene right now - picturing how hot they look and how their instant connection would read on screen, but mostly he thinks about how he could relive this moment over and over again.
Summers continues to drive into him, burying himself to the hilt, eliciting a loud and deep moan from Fenrir as he claws at the bench. Each thrust from Summers drives him closer and closer to the edge, his body on fire, pleasure pulsing through him as a scream built in his throat.
In all this excitement Summers's thrusts become short and deep, yet still aimed with lethal precision. The wrestler's cries get louder, unconstrained, as he pushes back on the cock not wanting him to stop. Fenrir feels fire coursing through his veins as he clenches his hands as tight as he can, wriggling back against him, desperate for movement. Soon he's slamming himself back on to that dick as Summers watches in awe, like he's viewing his very own porn scene in real time. Fenrir ass eats up his cock and then twerks on it, the pornstar feels like he could explode any second. He pushes back, as much as he desires to cum inside Fenrir there's more of him he'd like to explore first.
In all this excitement Summers's thrusts become short and deep, yet still aimed with lethal precision. The wrestler's cries get louder, unconstrained, as he pushes back on the cock not wanting him to stop. Fenrir feels fire coursing through his veins as he clenches his hands as tight as he can, wriggling back against him, desperate for movement. Soon he's slamming himself back on to that dick as Summers watches in awe, like he's viewing his very own porn scene in real time. Fenrir ass eats up his cock and then twerks on it, the pornstar feels like he could explode any second. He pushes back, as much as he desires to cum inside Fenrir there's more of him he'd like to explore first.
"Maybe..." Summers laughs, slightly embarrassed. "Or maybe I want more."
Summers straddles Fenrir, feeling completely comfortable on the wrestler's thick thighs as their lips connect in a frenzy of passion. The wrestler likes being the bigger man, holding all of Summers tightly, moving his hands up and down Summers's back, gentle but firm. Summers brushes his hands through Fenrir's hair, trying to comb it back to how it was. Summers's mouth eventually leaves Fenrir's to move down his body, sucking and nipping at the soft flesh of the athlete's neck, leaving his mark behind. Fenrir's train of thought is completely derailed as Summers finds his nipples, his mouth sucking on one while he pinched the other, rolling it between his fingers. Fenrir tries to stifle the loud moan that escapes his mouth, but to no avail, surely somebody in the arena would know what they are up to.
Summers can't resist any longer, pushing himself off his lap while he reaches back to guide Fenrir's cock in him. As he sits back down, he feels the dick push up deep into him.
"Fuck yeah," he nervously giggles.
Fenrir puts one hand on Summers's lower back to steady him as the pornstar rides up and down his cock. Both men breathe heavily, enjoying the touch, the smell and the sight of each other. Summers arches back and bounces faster on the cock, his own dick flailing around wildly.
"Fuck, fuck me! Ahhh Damian..." Summers can't take his hands off the wrestler.
Abruptly, Fenrir holds Summers down on his dick and then picks him up, fucking him in the air. At first Summers is surprised by the move, too stunned to utter anything, but feeling Fenrir fuck him in this bear hug position gets him going. He can't help but cry out, his voice echoing through the empty locker room. The pornstar puts his arms around Fenrir's neck as he bounces on his cock, impressed with the athlete's strength and stamina.
"Ahh fuck," Summers whines.
Fenrir remains quiet, focused on delivering maximum pleasure to the pornstar. He's always confident with his fucking skills, but hearing the veteran pornstar moan out is proof that he knows what he's doing, which is always a reassuring ego boost. He then pins Summers against the wall and stares at him intensely, watching every bit of pleasure in his Summers's eyes. He throws his whole body into each thrust, and it pays off with louder cries from the pornstar.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Fenrir sets Summers back down on the bench, gripping both of Summers's ankles as he plows into him, giving the pornstar a nice view of his flawless body in motion. There's always a part of Summers's mind that expects sex with a perfectly sculpted man to never be as satisfying as their looks suggest it would. That these adonises rely on their appearance to do all the work, but with Fenrir leaning in over him, plowing steadily into his prostate, Summers can tell that in this case Fenrir is more than just show.
"Fuck yeah," he nervously giggles.
Fenrir puts one hand on Summers's lower back to steady him as the pornstar rides up and down his cock. Both men breathe heavily, enjoying the touch, the smell and the sight of each other. Summers arches back and bounces faster on the cock, his own dick flailing around wildly.
"Fuck, fuck me! Ahhh Damian..." Summers can't take his hands off the wrestler.
Abruptly, Fenrir holds Summers down on his dick and then picks him up, fucking him in the air. At first Summers is surprised by the move, too stunned to utter anything, but feeling Fenrir fuck him in this bear hug position gets him going. He can't help but cry out, his voice echoing through the empty locker room. The pornstar puts his arms around Fenrir's neck as he bounces on his cock, impressed with the athlete's strength and stamina.
"Ahh fuck," Summers whines.
Fenrir remains quiet, focused on delivering maximum pleasure to the pornstar. He's always confident with his fucking skills, but hearing the veteran pornstar moan out is proof that he knows what he's doing, which is always a reassuring ego boost. He then pins Summers against the wall and stares at him intensely, watching every bit of pleasure in his Summers's eyes. He throws his whole body into each thrust, and it pays off with louder cries from the pornstar.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck!"
Fenrir sets Summers back down on the bench, gripping both of Summers's ankles as he plows into him, giving the pornstar a nice view of his flawless body in motion. There's always a part of Summers's mind that expects sex with a perfectly sculpted man to never be as satisfying as their looks suggest it would. That these adonises rely on their appearance to do all the work, but with Fenrir leaning in over him, plowing steadily into his prostate, Summers can tell that in this case Fenrir is more than just show.
"Ahhhh," he whines.
They rock together until Fenrir's thrusts become shorter and more erratic. The athlete wraps a hand around Summers's cock and begins pumping along all while looking at him dead in the eyes. Summers could feel himself nearing the edge, but resists, not wanting this session to end. Fenrir can sense this but keeps rolling into him at just the right angle and it proves to be too much.
"Uhhh uhhhh," Summers gasps as he holds his cock up.
He holds it steady as his load erupts, spilling on to his sweaty body.
"Oh fuck..." he moans, now resuming stroking his cock.
They rock together until Fenrir's thrusts become shorter and more erratic. The athlete wraps a hand around Summers's cock and begins pumping along all while looking at him dead in the eyes. Summers could feel himself nearing the edge, but resists, not wanting this session to end. Fenrir can sense this but keeps rolling into him at just the right angle and it proves to be too much.
"Uhhh uhhhh," Summers gasps as he holds his cock up.
He holds it steady as his load erupts, spilling on to his sweaty body.
"Oh fuck..." he moans, now resuming stroking his cock.
Fenrir keeps pumping into him, getting closer now and then he whips his dick back out and leans over the pornstar.
"OHHHH AHHHH..." Fenrir throws his head back as his load explodes out into Summers's open mouth.
The pornstar then dives down on the cock, sucking up as much of the tasty cum as possible.
"Ahhh..." Fenrir twitches from all of Summers's excitement.
He puts his hand on the back of Summers's head as the young stud goes to town on him. When Summers finally finishes he looks up at Fenrir and the two kiss -- just as a hot young jobber walks in, "Uh, am I interrupting something?"
Summers returns to Fenrir's lap and laughs, "Show's over."
The pornstar then dives down on the cock, sucking up as much of the tasty cum as possible.
"Ahhh..." Fenrir twitches from all of Summers's excitement.
He puts his hand on the back of Summers's head as the young stud goes to town on him. When Summers finally finishes he looks up at Fenrir and the two kiss -- just as a hot young jobber walks in, "Uh, am I interrupting something?"
Summers returns to Fenrir's lap and laughs, "Show's over."
These two hunks are both quite the packages, but if I were to have my pick between them I'd go with Fenrir and hope I could fuck some sense into the idiot.
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