Sans is the long time Brazilian pornstar who debuted on Randy Blue over 10 years ago and has become one of Men.com's biggest stars. Unfortunately his 5'10, 187 lb stud rarely bottoms these days, which is shame because his ass is fire. Ali is the 5'10, 182 lb superstar who made his debut in the WWE in 2016 in the cruiserweight division. He was revealed to be the leader of the since disbanded Retribution faction and now has teamed up with the sexy Saudi Arabian wrestler Mansoor.
Ali then gets Sans in a headlock and flips him over with a takedown. Sans rolls around on his back, but Ali's bicep squeezes around his neck limiting his movement. Sans puts his arm up by Ali's face and pushes the wrestler back toward his legs, getting him in a scissor hold. He immediately applies pressure to the wrestler's throat. Ali doesn't panic and rolls over to get on his feet, gripping Sans's ankles and rolling over him to get him in a headlock. Sans punches Ali in the gut, but the wrestler holds on as he pulls them both up to his feet. He then whips Sans across the ring, but Sans comes back faster than he's expecting and takes him out with a shoulder block. Ali scrambles back up to his feet and Sans connects with an atomic drop on his knee. He grabs Ali's legs and flips him on his back. With Ali's legs spread open like a V, Sans leaps up and drops a leg on him. Ali screams out in pain, and sits up holding his stomach. Sans jumps up and hits him with a strong dropkick, sending Ali sprawled out on his back. Sans races over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. With Ali still laid out on the ring beneath him he leaps off doing Ali's 054 splash and landing on top of the wrestler. He hooks the leg and nods his head to the ref's count: One. Two. Three!
Ali struts to the ring in his unzipped leather jacket and tight leather pants. With his long hair tied back and skin glistening with baby oil, he knows he looks fucking hot. When Ali looks across the ring and sees Sans for the first time he immediately knows he's seen him before. But where? When? Sans doesn't seem to show any signs of recognizing Ali, but the wrestler is certain this isn't the first time they've crossed paths. There's no time to ponder over it as the bell rings to start the match.
Sans and Ali circle around a few times before locking up. Sans gets Ali in a wrist lock, but the wrestler twists and reverses it, getting Sans on his knees. Sans somersaults forward, twisting and reversing the hold again and flips Ali down on his back. He then drops down with an elbow and picks Ali up by the neck. He slaps him with a backhand across his oily chest and then whips him into the corner. Sans charges after Ali, but the wrestler slips out through the middle ropes, making him eat turnbuckle. Ali follows it up with a roundhouse kick to the head. San wobbles in place, dazed as Ali slides back into the ring behind him. He leaps up and hits a reverse hurricanrana, knocking Sans on his back. He crawls on top of him for the cover, and with this brief skin-on-skin contact he's all but certain now that he's been with Sans before.
After Sans kicks out from the pin, Ali maintains his offense, grabbing on to Sans's head to get him back upright, but the pornstar connects with a jawbreaker. Ali stumbles back a step and Sans leaps at him and tosses him with a hurricanrana of his own. As Ali tries to stand up, Sans shoves him back. The wrestler spins around and gets up to his feet and connects with a superkick. Sans flops backwards and Ali falls on top of him, hooking the leg for the pin. One. Two. Sans punches out.
The two men get back up at the same time, staring each other down. Ali still gets distracted thinking of where he's seen the Brazilian before, which leaves him open to attack. Sans kicks him in the gut, getting him to bend over and then picks him up in a fireman's carry. Ali snaps back to it and slides out of the hold before Sans can do anything. When Sans spins around Ali pokes him in the eyes and takes a step back. As Sans rubs his face Ali runs at him, jumping up and hitting a hurricanrana. Sans flops down on his ass and scurries away to the corner before Ali can follow up with an assault. The wrestler flips himself up and is back on his feet already coming running at the cornered pornstar. Their bodies collide with a big body splash from Ali. Sans stumbles out of the corner as Ali springs off the middle ropes to hit a tornado DDT, but somehow Sans catches him and slams him down with a powerbomb. Both men lie on their backs staring up at the lights above them trying to collect enough energy to be up first. Sans sits upright, while Ali gets up on one knee. Sans takes a breath and then stands up as Ali uses the ropes to help himself up. Sans comes over and puts his boot on the back of Ali's head, pushing his neck down on the rope to choke him. The ref counts to three then gets Sans to step back. Ali is still on his hands and knees gasping when Sans comes over to him. The pornstar pulls Ali up by the hair, clenching a swath of it in his fist. He takes him over to the corner and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. As Ali staggers backward, trying to regain his bearings, Sans pulls another one of Ali's moves out of his pocket, rolling forward and hitting him with a facebuster. Ali smashes down on to the ring, and then quickly rolls out under the ropes to get away from Sans. Sans licks his lips and runs into the ropes, building his momentum so when he bounces back he sails through the ropes and lands on Ali with a corkscrew plancha. Sans is sore from the high risk move, but Ali is hurting bad. It takes him a second to get up, but when he does the pornstar grabs Ali, hitting him with a couple blows before rolling him into the ring. Sans follows after him and tries for the cover, but Ali punches out after one.
As both men stand back up Sans notices Ali staring at him, like he's expecting Sans to recognize him. Maybe he's trying to distract him to get the upper hand, but Sans won't let that happen, hitting him with a couple blows to the head and clobbering him with a sledgehammer blow to the back. He then grabs Ali by the hair, which angers the superstar. As he whips Ali into the ropes, the wrestler rebounds back and ducks a clothesline attempt. He bounces off the opposite ropes and hits him with a flying elbow. Sans stands up relatively quickly, but he's still dizzy. Ali rolls toward him and hits a neckbreaker. Sans tries to sit up, but Ali shoves him back down, going for the pin. Sans throws the wrestler off of him after a one-count.The two men get back up at the same time, staring each other down. Ali still gets distracted thinking of where he's seen the Brazilian before, which leaves him open to attack. Sans kicks him in the gut, getting him to bend over and then picks him up in a fireman's carry. Ali snaps back to it and slides out of the hold before Sans can do anything. When Sans spins around Ali pokes him in the eyes and takes a step back. As Sans rubs his face Ali runs at him, jumping up and hitting a hurricanrana. Sans flops down on his ass and scurries away to the corner before Ali can follow up with an assault. The wrestler flips himself up and is back on his feet already coming running at the cornered pornstar. Their bodies collide with a big body splash from Ali. Sans stumbles out of the corner as Ali springs off the middle ropes to hit a tornado DDT, but somehow Sans catches him and slams him down with a powerbomb. Both men lie on their backs staring up at the lights above them trying to collect enough energy to be up first. Sans sits upright, while Ali gets up on one knee. Sans takes a breath and then stands up as Ali uses the ropes to help himself up. Sans comes over and puts his boot on the back of Ali's head, pushing his neck down on the rope to choke him. The ref counts to three then gets Sans to step back. Ali is still on his hands and knees gasping when Sans comes over to him. The pornstar pulls Ali up by the hair, clenching a swath of it in his fist. He takes him over to the corner and slams him face first into the top turnbuckle. One. Two. Three. Four. Five. As Ali staggers backward, trying to regain his bearings, Sans pulls another one of Ali's moves out of his pocket, rolling forward and hitting him with a facebuster. Ali smashes down on to the ring, and then quickly rolls out under the ropes to get away from Sans. Sans licks his lips and runs into the ropes, building his momentum so when he bounces back he sails through the ropes and lands on Ali with a corkscrew plancha. Sans is sore from the high risk move, but Ali is hurting bad. It takes him a second to get up, but when he does the pornstar grabs Ali, hitting him with a couple blows before rolling him into the ring. Sans follows after him and tries for the cover, but Ali punches out after one.
Ali then gets Sans in a headlock and flips him over with a takedown. Sans rolls around on his back, but Ali's bicep squeezes around his neck limiting his movement. Sans puts his arm up by Ali's face and pushes the wrestler back toward his legs, getting him in a scissor hold. He immediately applies pressure to the wrestler's throat. Ali doesn't panic and rolls over to get on his feet, gripping Sans's ankles and rolling over him to get him in a headlock. Sans punches Ali in the gut, but the wrestler holds on as he pulls them both up to his feet. He then whips Sans across the ring, but Sans comes back faster than he's expecting and takes him out with a shoulder block. Ali scrambles back up to his feet and Sans connects with an atomic drop on his knee. He grabs Ali's legs and flips him on his back. With Ali's legs spread open like a V, Sans leaps up and drops a leg on him. Ali screams out in pain, and sits up holding his stomach. Sans jumps up and hits him with a strong dropkick, sending Ali sprawled out on his back. Sans races over to the corner and climbs to the top turnbuckle. With Ali still laid out on the ring beneath him he leaps off doing Ali's 054 splash and landing on top of the wrestler. He hooks the leg and nods his head to the ref's count: One. Two. Three!
With that the bell rings and Sans walks away the winner. Ali holds his stomach in pain, but still more concerned with figuring out what his history with Sans is than processing the loss.
It's only in the locker room when he sees Sans undressing that Ali realizes where he recognizes Sans from. It was a couple years ago, back when Sans had that long, thick hair. He bumped into him at a hotel, brought him back into the room. They rolled around on the bed, their long hair tangled, unable to keep their hands off of each other. He knew he wasn't going crazy during the match!
Sans catches Ali staring at him and approaches him, extending his hand, "Good match."
Good match? Ali flips his hair back trying not to look offended at the handshake. Does Sans really not remember that night two years ago, or is he trying to play it safe?
"Don't you remember?" he finally blurts out.
"Remember what?"
If Sans was playing dumb give him an Oscar. Ali pushes Sans back against the wall, putting his hands on the pornstar's furry chest and kisses him. He sucks in Sans's tongue, closing his eyes. When he finishes he keeps his face close to Sans's, only an inch or so away. Sans's eyes light up like he remembers everything and a smile crawls across his face. Ali reaches down and cups Sans's package tucked in his underwear, feeling him grow. Sans's breath hitches from Ali's touch.
"It seems like you remember now..." Ali says.
"It was what, two years ago?" Sans recalls, nuzzling Ali's neck. "How could I have forgotten that?"
"Why don't we see how much you do remember..." Ali says before kissing Sans again.
The two hunks continue making out all the way back to the hotel in Sans's hotel room. The pornstar drops down, pulling Ali's tights with him, revealing those gorgeous thighs. He stands back up, planting a kiss on each pectoral and running his thumbs on his ribs. Mustafa's heart is racing as he runs his hands through his hair, freeing it from his hair tie and letting it fall past his shoulders. He pets Sans's shaved head, it feels good, but he recalls Sans's long locks.
He remembers after giving Sans a rim job that had the porn star unable to stop his guttural moans. And then sitting up and sliding his cock in that Brazilian ass pounding him while tugging his long hair to keep his head tilted up, letting his screams aim at the ceiling.
Now there's nothing for Ali to hold on to. So he cups his hands around the back of Sans's head as the pornstar has dropped to his knees and blows him.
"Ahh... fuck," Ali sucks in a breath and slowly exhales.
Sans holds a firm grip on his shaft as he bobs his head taking all of Ali in. He swallows the dick like nothing, holding it all in his mouth and glancing up. Ali exhales again with a big grin. Ali doesn't want him to stop, but seeing Sans's erect cock makes him hungry for it. He picks Sans up and carries him to the bed, dropping him on it and lying down to line themselves up for a perfect 69. As soon as Ali's lips wrap around Sans's uncut cock, he remembers the familiar taste from two years ago. He squeezes his head with his lips as his hand combs his hair out of the way. He then pushes down, trying to get as much as Sans in his mouth as possible. He can feel the pornstar moan with his dick in his mouth. Ali smirks, he has every intention to make sure tonight's a night that Sans never forgets.
Ali keeps squeezing that dick in his mouth, rubbing the base with his tongue, he feels Sans suddenly jerk, his spine stiffening, his hand shaking on Ali's cock.
"Okay, I'm definitely remembering this," Sans says, getting back up.
Both men sit on the bed on their knees. Ali kisses down Sans's neck to his chest, licking his pecs delicately. Sans sighs, petting Ali's hair but this foreplay has already built him up. He stands up on the bed and pulls Ali up, pushing him against the wall and headboard. He spits on his dick, which is already quite lubricated form his precum, and rubs it up and down into the length of his dick. Fuck...he is still throbbing, still close. It takes a lot of restraint to not accidentally get himself off right then and there.
Ali takes a deep breath, making sure his ass is angled out just right. And then Sans pulls his hips close, holding them in place, his tip pressing against Ali's hole—with a bit of pressure. Sans reels his hips back, grabbing hold of Ali's thighs, and slams inside of him. His cock sinks deep within him, nearly down to the base.
"Ahhhhh," Ali exhales a breath he doesn't know he's holding.
Sans slaps his ass and then grabs a hold of Ali's hips, starting off with quite the aggressive pounding. Ali has no complaints, feeling the warmth of the uncut cock sliding back and forth in him, he's in heaven.
"Uhh uhhh uhh..." Sans grunts as he thrusts into him.
He tugs on Ali's hair, making the wrestler stand just right for his cock. Ali recalls Sans did this last time and hopes the familiar action will bring back the memories.
"Ahhh ahhh," Ali whines louder, hoping that if not the action then the noises will rekindle the past.
But Sans is a professional, even when it came to his personal fucking, and zones everything out, staying focused on that ass. He slaps it again, pleased with the abuse it can take. And then Sans then hits the spot that makes Ali's legs twitch and his back arch, and makes him moan out, "OHHHHHH!"
That motivates the pornstar to keep going. He leans in, brushing Ali's hair to the side so he can kiss his nape, his shoulders. Surely if he fucked this ass before he would have remembered it.
"Oh yes, fuck me," Ali moans some more.
Sans throws the wrestler on the bed, grabs both of Ali's ankles and hoists them above before pinning them back, effectively folding the wrestler in half. With his ankles behind his head, all Ali could do was brace for impact as Sans grasps his cock and squats over the open hole below him. Ali likes how dominant Sans is, he didn't recall him being so rough last time.
Sans catches Ali staring at him and approaches him, extending his hand, "Good match."
Good match? Ali flips his hair back trying not to look offended at the handshake. Does Sans really not remember that night two years ago, or is he trying to play it safe?
"Don't you remember?" he finally blurts out.
"Remember what?"
If Sans was playing dumb give him an Oscar. Ali pushes Sans back against the wall, putting his hands on the pornstar's furry chest and kisses him. He sucks in Sans's tongue, closing his eyes. When he finishes he keeps his face close to Sans's, only an inch or so away. Sans's eyes light up like he remembers everything and a smile crawls across his face. Ali reaches down and cups Sans's package tucked in his underwear, feeling him grow. Sans's breath hitches from Ali's touch.
"It seems like you remember now..." Ali says.
"It was what, two years ago?" Sans recalls, nuzzling Ali's neck. "How could I have forgotten that?"
"Why don't we see how much you do remember..." Ali says before kissing Sans again.
The two hunks continue making out all the way back to the hotel in Sans's hotel room. The pornstar drops down, pulling Ali's tights with him, revealing those gorgeous thighs. He stands back up, planting a kiss on each pectoral and running his thumbs on his ribs. Mustafa's heart is racing as he runs his hands through his hair, freeing it from his hair tie and letting it fall past his shoulders. He pets Sans's shaved head, it feels good, but he recalls Sans's long locks.
He remembers after giving Sans a rim job that had the porn star unable to stop his guttural moans. And then sitting up and sliding his cock in that Brazilian ass pounding him while tugging his long hair to keep his head tilted up, letting his screams aim at the ceiling.
Now there's nothing for Ali to hold on to. So he cups his hands around the back of Sans's head as the pornstar has dropped to his knees and blows him.
"Ahh... fuck," Ali sucks in a breath and slowly exhales.
Sans holds a firm grip on his shaft as he bobs his head taking all of Ali in. He swallows the dick like nothing, holding it all in his mouth and glancing up. Ali exhales again with a big grin. Ali doesn't want him to stop, but seeing Sans's erect cock makes him hungry for it. He picks Sans up and carries him to the bed, dropping him on it and lying down to line themselves up for a perfect 69. As soon as Ali's lips wrap around Sans's uncut cock, he remembers the familiar taste from two years ago. He squeezes his head with his lips as his hand combs his hair out of the way. He then pushes down, trying to get as much as Sans in his mouth as possible. He can feel the pornstar moan with his dick in his mouth. Ali smirks, he has every intention to make sure tonight's a night that Sans never forgets.
Ali keeps squeezing that dick in his mouth, rubbing the base with his tongue, he feels Sans suddenly jerk, his spine stiffening, his hand shaking on Ali's cock.
"Okay, I'm definitely remembering this," Sans says, getting back up.
Both men sit on the bed on their knees. Ali kisses down Sans's neck to his chest, licking his pecs delicately. Sans sighs, petting Ali's hair but this foreplay has already built him up. He stands up on the bed and pulls Ali up, pushing him against the wall and headboard. He spits on his dick, which is already quite lubricated form his precum, and rubs it up and down into the length of his dick. Fuck...he is still throbbing, still close. It takes a lot of restraint to not accidentally get himself off right then and there.
Ali takes a deep breath, making sure his ass is angled out just right. And then Sans pulls his hips close, holding them in place, his tip pressing against Ali's hole—with a bit of pressure. Sans reels his hips back, grabbing hold of Ali's thighs, and slams inside of him. His cock sinks deep within him, nearly down to the base.
"Ahhhhh," Ali exhales a breath he doesn't know he's holding.
Sans slaps his ass and then grabs a hold of Ali's hips, starting off with quite the aggressive pounding. Ali has no complaints, feeling the warmth of the uncut cock sliding back and forth in him, he's in heaven.
"Uhh uhhh uhh..." Sans grunts as he thrusts into him.
He tugs on Ali's hair, making the wrestler stand just right for his cock. Ali recalls Sans did this last time and hopes the familiar action will bring back the memories.
"Ahhh ahhh," Ali whines louder, hoping that if not the action then the noises will rekindle the past.
But Sans is a professional, even when it came to his personal fucking, and zones everything out, staying focused on that ass. He slaps it again, pleased with the abuse it can take. And then Sans then hits the spot that makes Ali's legs twitch and his back arch, and makes him moan out, "OHHHHHH!"
That motivates the pornstar to keep going. He leans in, brushing Ali's hair to the side so he can kiss his nape, his shoulders. Surely if he fucked this ass before he would have remembered it.
"Oh yes, fuck me," Ali moans some more.
Sans throws the wrestler on the bed, grabs both of Ali's ankles and hoists them above before pinning them back, effectively folding the wrestler in half. With his ankles behind his head, all Ali could do was brace for impact as Sans grasps his cock and squats over the open hole below him. Ali likes how dominant Sans is, he didn't recall him being so rough last time.
Sans pauses for a moment to look Ali in the eyes and then with agonizingly slow speed, his cock enters Ali. The pace picks up immediately as Sans pumps into him, rocking the entire bed with his motions. His balls slap against Ali's ass, echoing in the room above the men's moans.
Sans presses his hands on Ali's chest, rubbing them down, worshipping the athlete's abs. Fuck he looks good, and even better being fucked. Sans slows down, really taking in the gorgeous body beneath him.
Ali tries to keep up with Sans's change of pace, holding his hands up around his neck. It's a slow, leisurely pace that leaves him breathless, gasping as he tries not to beg Sans to hurry. Until he brushes against his prostate again. With his body tightening in pleasure, Ali moans, gasping the pornstar's name. "Diego... keep going..."
Sans fucks him faster, harder, leaning over him, wrapping his hands around Ali's neck. Ali keeps rocking his body into the dick, not wanting it to stop. Sans shudders as he loses rhythm. The moan that fills his ears gives him a vague sense of deja vu. It's a blur, but he starts to recall when he fucked Ali last time. First they were flat on the bed, Sans humping that juicy butt of his, their skin smacking so loud that it didn't matter if they screamed. So rough that the wrestler began to fall off the bed, so Sans improvised. With the wrestler's ass and legs on the edge of the bed, angled up while his arms balanced himself on the floor, Sans plowed into him making him cry. And then finally Sans was on the edge of the bed and Ali sat on his lap, riding him hard while swirling his hair around. Fuck that was hot. How could he have forgotten?
And with that Ali looks up at Sans, clearly lost in his head. Sans snaps back to it, finding a rhythm that pleases them both with short and sharp thrusts. But there's something else that he's forgetting.
"You want me to have a turn?" Ali asks, pinching Sans's pecs.
Sans hesitates, the delay in a response saying what Sans doesn't.
"You let me fuck you last time," Ali says.
Did he? Sans can't remember the last time he bottomed. Is that what happened? He can't tell if Ali is lying or not. But there's something in the look in the wrestler's eyes makes him want to try.
"Okay, but let me ride you first," Sans says. "It's been a while."
Ali tries to keep up with Sans's change of pace, holding his hands up around his neck. It's a slow, leisurely pace that leaves him breathless, gasping as he tries not to beg Sans to hurry. Until he brushes against his prostate again. With his body tightening in pleasure, Ali moans, gasping the pornstar's name. "Diego... keep going..."
Sans fucks him faster, harder, leaning over him, wrapping his hands around Ali's neck. Ali keeps rocking his body into the dick, not wanting it to stop. Sans shudders as he loses rhythm. The moan that fills his ears gives him a vague sense of deja vu. It's a blur, but he starts to recall when he fucked Ali last time. First they were flat on the bed, Sans humping that juicy butt of his, their skin smacking so loud that it didn't matter if they screamed. So rough that the wrestler began to fall off the bed, so Sans improvised. With the wrestler's ass and legs on the edge of the bed, angled up while his arms balanced himself on the floor, Sans plowed into him making him cry. And then finally Sans was on the edge of the bed and Ali sat on his lap, riding him hard while swirling his hair around. Fuck that was hot. How could he have forgotten?
And with that Ali looks up at Sans, clearly lost in his head. Sans snaps back to it, finding a rhythm that pleases them both with short and sharp thrusts. But there's something else that he's forgetting.
"You want me to have a turn?" Ali asks, pinching Sans's pecs.
Sans hesitates, the delay in a response saying what Sans doesn't.
"You let me fuck you last time," Ali says.
Did he? Sans can't remember the last time he bottomed. Is that what happened? He can't tell if Ali is lying or not. But there's something in the look in the wrestler's eyes makes him want to try.
"Okay, but let me ride you first," Sans says. "It's been a while."
Ali rotates on the bed, still on his back, and, once in position, tilts his head up in time to watch Sans squat down on him. Sans plunges, pushing Ali deep, deep, deep in, then he shortly hoists himself back up, and drops again. A choked gasp escapes first from Sans, as he tightens the grip he has on Ali's hips, nails burying into his skin - it's more than just steadying himself. Sans then takes in a deep breath and sinks all the way down until he's completely encased.
"Ahhhh..." another gasp from Sans.
Feeling the warmth of Ali in him, brings back all the memories. He recalls last time, sitting on his back, legs up to his shoulders, trying not to shake as he watched Ali plow his dick into him. The pain at first which immediately subsided as Ali knew exactly how to work him. Those deep strokes, rough fucking that caused the bun on top of Sans's head to fall apart, his hair wild and uncontrolled like Ali's thrusts. It was the best dick Sans ever had and the very reason he hadn't bottomed since. How could he have forgotten? He glances back at Ali who has a reassuring smile. He must have thought it was a dream -- too good to be true.
"You okay?" Ali whispers.
Sans nods and exhales and letting Ali's head squeeze in him before pulling back up, but eventually he goes deeper and deeper. He quickens his pace, sliding over the whole length of Ali's slicked cock with ease. Soon he's so deep down in Ali's heat, it's like he wanted there to be more shaft -- not that Ali is small in any sense of the word, "Oh shit, yeah..." Sans sighs...
The wrestler is left breathless, Sans is so skintight on his shaft, it's better than anything he remembered. And now how he bounces hard on that cock, their moans blurring into one indistinguishable noise.
"Mustafaaaaaahhh..." Sans cries out, "Yes, fuckkk..."
Ali loves hearing the pornstar call out his name. He twists beneath Sans, body taut as he pants in small, harsh gusts. He lifts his hips thrusting up into him, yearning to fuck him in a more dominant position, to make him really cry.
Sans grinds down on the cock and rocks around on it. It's hard to believe that someone who hadn't bottomed in two years could work dick like that. But it isn't just any dick. Sans lifts himself off of Ali and then tells him to "Fuck the cum out of me."
Ali grins, it would be an honor. Sans lies down with his head propped up on a pillow. Ali saddles up next to him, lifting Sans's left leg up to his shoulder and aims his dick back in him. He rubs his hand on Sans's thigh as he plows into him, pumping a steady pace. Ali rubs his other hand on the back of Sans's neck, as the pornstar squirms with pleasure.
"Ahhhh..." another gasp from Sans.
Feeling the warmth of Ali in him, brings back all the memories. He recalls last time, sitting on his back, legs up to his shoulders, trying not to shake as he watched Ali plow his dick into him. The pain at first which immediately subsided as Ali knew exactly how to work him. Those deep strokes, rough fucking that caused the bun on top of Sans's head to fall apart, his hair wild and uncontrolled like Ali's thrusts. It was the best dick Sans ever had and the very reason he hadn't bottomed since. How could he have forgotten? He glances back at Ali who has a reassuring smile. He must have thought it was a dream -- too good to be true.
"You okay?" Ali whispers.
Sans nods and exhales and letting Ali's head squeeze in him before pulling back up, but eventually he goes deeper and deeper. He quickens his pace, sliding over the whole length of Ali's slicked cock with ease. Soon he's so deep down in Ali's heat, it's like he wanted there to be more shaft -- not that Ali is small in any sense of the word, "Oh shit, yeah..." Sans sighs...
The wrestler is left breathless, Sans is so skintight on his shaft, it's better than anything he remembered. And now how he bounces hard on that cock, their moans blurring into one indistinguishable noise.
"Mustafaaaaaahhh..." Sans cries out, "Yes, fuckkk..."
Ali loves hearing the pornstar call out his name. He twists beneath Sans, body taut as he pants in small, harsh gusts. He lifts his hips thrusting up into him, yearning to fuck him in a more dominant position, to make him really cry.
Sans grinds down on the cock and rocks around on it. It's hard to believe that someone who hadn't bottomed in two years could work dick like that. But it isn't just any dick. Sans lifts himself off of Ali and then tells him to "Fuck the cum out of me."
Ali grins, it would be an honor. Sans lies down with his head propped up on a pillow. Ali saddles up next to him, lifting Sans's left leg up to his shoulder and aims his dick back in him. He rubs his hand on Sans's thigh as he plows into him, pumping a steady pace. Ali rubs his other hand on the back of Sans's neck, as the pornstar squirms with pleasure.
"Ahhh, fuck, ohhhh..." the room fills with the gasps and moans from the pornstar.
Even Ali's senses shoot into overdrive as Sans tightens around him. “That's it, baby,” Ali whispers as he presses his lips against Sans's.
Ali remembers all the positions he fucked Sans last time. Missionary. Doggie. Standing. But it was when they were on the edge of the bed, he was sitting on Sans's lap, riding his uncut cock that they both finished. Sans without warning burst inside Ali, his eyes widening as his moan choked out. Feeling Sans's load in him triggered Ali cum. He pressed down on the cock and whimpered, "Diego-ooohhh..." with his seed shooting up on the pornstar's furry chest. He was so embarrassed that he didn't realize Sans was turned on by that finish. He just remembers the pornstar fell backwards, pulling Ali on top of him, letting the wrestler's hair blanket them. He thrusted a few more times, burying his cum deep into Ali's ass and they laid there. Panting. Chests pressed together, feeling each other's heartbeats. And now thinking about it, Ali realizes it was a damn good finish. But he's determined to make sure tonight's would be better.
Sans sucks in a quick breath, he gasps as everything narrows down to just Ali. "Fuck, right there, right there," he begs with whispers.
He breaks off as all sound fades except for the panting man above him. Holding Ali tighter, Sans feels his body grow heavy as the wrestler nails his prostate again and again. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, yeah, yeah. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck..."
Sans locks eyes with Ali so he can see the look in his eyes the moment he cums.
"Ahhhh..."
Sans's eyes look up briefly and then back at Ali as he strokes his cock, the cum still shooting out everywhere. "Mustafaaaaa..." Sans moans again, crying as the feeling inside him moves around his body like electricity.
Ali remembers all the positions he fucked Sans last time. Missionary. Doggie. Standing. But it was when they were on the edge of the bed, he was sitting on Sans's lap, riding his uncut cock that they both finished. Sans without warning burst inside Ali, his eyes widening as his moan choked out. Feeling Sans's load in him triggered Ali cum. He pressed down on the cock and whimpered, "Diego-ooohhh..." with his seed shooting up on the pornstar's furry chest. He was so embarrassed that he didn't realize Sans was turned on by that finish. He just remembers the pornstar fell backwards, pulling Ali on top of him, letting the wrestler's hair blanket them. He thrusted a few more times, burying his cum deep into Ali's ass and they laid there. Panting. Chests pressed together, feeling each other's heartbeats. And now thinking about it, Ali realizes it was a damn good finish. But he's determined to make sure tonight's would be better.
Sans sucks in a quick breath, he gasps as everything narrows down to just Ali. "Fuck, right there, right there," he begs with whispers.
He breaks off as all sound fades except for the panting man above him. Holding Ali tighter, Sans feels his body grow heavy as the wrestler nails his prostate again and again. "Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh, yeah, yeah. Fuck me, fuck me, fuck..."
Sans locks eyes with Ali so he can see the look in his eyes the moment he cums.
"Ahhhh..."
Sans's eyes look up briefly and then back at Ali as he strokes his cock, the cum still shooting out everywhere. "Mustafaaaaa..." Sans moans again, crying as the feeling inside him moves around his body like electricity.
The wrestler strokes Sans's dick, his cum like a lube, which only makes more cum squirt out. Sans's cries return to heavy breathing, though his body still shakes. Ali stiffens, ears ringing as he thrusts into Sans twice more before falling over the edge.
"UHHHHHH," he grunts out as he keeps his dick buried in Sans, cumming in him.
Sans opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He just enjoys the warmth from Ali's seed oozing out of him.
"UHHHHHH," he grunts out as he keeps his dick buried in Sans, cumming in him.
Sans opens his mouth but nothing comes out. He just enjoys the warmth from Ali's seed oozing out of him.
Ali pulls Sans's heads toward his and the two kiss with the same passion that started everything. Sans combs Ali's sweaty hair out of his face, "Well I can forget about last time... this is the only thing I want to remember."
If I could choose one of these hunks to be with I'd have to go with Sans so I could tap that ass that doesn't get fucked enough.
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