Yukarin stands in the corner with tight silver trunks, that look so good on him that he notes that he has to wear them at his next go-go dancing gig. Jackson stares across the ring at him, admiring how good he looks in the skimpy gear. Even though he knows he looks good, Jackson wishes he had the confidence to wear trunks and not his usual tights.
The bell rings, knocking those thoughts out of Jackson's head as the two approach each other and shake hands. They then each take a step back and circle around before locking up. Yukarin sneaks around behind Jackson and gets him in a waist lock. Jackson squats down and then elbows him in the head, breaking the hold. He grabs the pornstar by the wrist and twists his arm. Yukarin falls to one knee, grimacing in pain. He takes a breath and stands up, elbowing the wrestler in the head and then runs to the rope. He comes running back at him and leaps for a crossbody, but Jackson catches him. He spins around and slams Yukarin down, squashing his attempt to get the offensive.
Yukarin rolls away, rubbing his back in pain, giving the wrestler an idea. He grabs the pornstar's chin and pulls his back toward his knee, driving his knee into him. "Ahhh," the pornstar whines out.
After hearing him scream out for a few more seconds, Jackson tosses him down and flexes for the fans. He then crawls on top of the face down Yukarin and chokes him some more while thrusting his body on him.
"Ahhh..." Yukarin cries out again, although there's some pleasure his scream with Jackson thrusting on him.
The wrestler picks him up by his short hair and whips him into the ropes. Yukarin races back toward him and gets hit with a dropkick. Jackson climbs on top of his fallen opponent for the pin. One. Two. Yukarin punches out in time.
Jackson takes a minute to stand up and then grabs at Yukarin who is only on his knees. The pornstar punches him in the gut, followed by an elbow as he stands up. Jackson stumbles back to the ropes as Yukarin hits an uppercut.
Jackson whips Yukarin into the corner and chases after him, but before Yukarin reaches the turnbuckles he grabs the top ropes and springs back over Jackson. He hits a big dropkick, sending Jackson back into the corner. He then takes a step back and charges at him with a spear, stuffing him into the corner. Yukarin smiles, happy to be putting on a fight, and then comes at the wrestler with a stinkface, rubbing his ass all over him. Jackson spits it away, gasping for air, embarrassed by the assault. He stands back up and Yukarin charges at him again, but he ducks and flips the pornstar over the top rope. Yukarin lands on the ring edge and when Jackson turns around to grab him, Yukarin hits him with a big kick to the head. Jackson falters back and Yukarin climbs the top turnbuckle. As Jackson faces him again the pornstar leaps with a diving crossbody. He stays on top of Jackson for the pin -- one, two -- Jackson throws him off in time.
Yukarin wipes the sweat off his face, disappointed that he didn't get the three count. But that pin is a wakeup call for Jackson who scrambles to his feet at the same time as Yukarin. Yukarin lunges at him and he ducks and scoops him up for a slam. Yukarin rubs his back as he stands back up and Jackson hits him with a double underhook brainbuster. He pulls Yukarin's leg back for the pin, but the pornstar punches out before the three-count.
Jackson stands back up and grabs Yukarin by his thighs, flipping him over in a Boston crab hold. He squats down on his ass, applying the pressure, smiling as he hears Yukarin cry out in agony. Yukarin shakes his head, refusing to give up, as he continues to scream. Jackson grunts as he tries to maintain his position in the center of the ring, but the sweaty pornstar is hard to hold on to. Yukarin reaches out to the ropes, only inches away. Yukarin shakes his head and pushes himself up, lunging forward to grab the lower rope, forcing Jackson to drop the hold. Jackson steps forward, planning his next move as Yukarin gasps for air, clinging to the ropes to pull himself up.
Yukarin wipes the sweat off his face, disappointed that he didn't get the three count. But that pin is a wakeup call for Jackson who scrambles to his feet at the same time as Yukarin. Yukarin lunges at him and he ducks and scoops him up for a slam. Yukarin rubs his back as he stands back up and Jackson hits him with a double underhook brainbuster. He pulls Yukarin's leg back for the pin, but the pornstar punches out before the three-count.
Jackson stands back up and grabs Yukarin by his thighs, flipping him over in a Boston crab hold. He squats down on his ass, applying the pressure, smiling as he hears Yukarin cry out in agony. Yukarin shakes his head, refusing to give up, as he continues to scream. Jackson grunts as he tries to maintain his position in the center of the ring, but the sweaty pornstar is hard to hold on to. Yukarin reaches out to the ropes, only inches away. Yukarin shakes his head and pushes himself up, lunging forward to grab the lower rope, forcing Jackson to drop the hold. Jackson steps forward, planning his next move as Yukarin gasps for air, clinging to the ropes to pull himself up.
Just as he stands back up, Jackson grabs him pulling him to face him and then wraps his arms around his waist as he holds him up in a bear hug.
"Ahhhh..." Yukarin moans as he feels his body squeeze under the pressure.
Jackson applies more pressure, showing off his strength as he hold the pornstar up in the air. Yukarin's back is burning, but feeling his body against Jackson's he can't help but get hard. Jackson feels it too and then tosses the pornstar off of him, scared he'll get hard as well.
"Ahhhh..." Yukarin moans as he feels his body squeeze under the pressure.
Jackson applies more pressure, showing off his strength as he hold the pornstar up in the air. Yukarin's back is burning, but feeling his body against Jackson's he can't help but get hard. Jackson feels it too and then tosses the pornstar off of him, scared he'll get hard as well.
Jackson takes his time to approach Yukarin and then grabs him the wrist to whip him across the ring, but the pornstar reverses it, sending the wrestler into the turnbuckles. Yukarin runs at him and uses the middle rope for a leaping DDT, putting Jackson down in the middle of the ring. Yukarin is tempted to slide on top of him for the pin, but can see Jackson still has plenty of fight left in him. He scoops the wrestler up, his hand on Jackson's ass, and gives it a nice squeeze before slamming him down. Yukarin nearly falls back, Jackson is heavier than he looks. He takes a minute to collect himself as Jackson slowly gets on his hands and knees, trying to regain focus. Yukarin grabs at his head, but he punches him back. As Jackson stands to his feet Yukarin gives him a big backhand across the chest, making him cry out in pain. Jackson comes right back at him with a chop across his chest. Yukarin stumbles back holding himself in pain. He runs back at Jackson who bends down and scoops him up in a fireman's carry. He goes to the center of ring, but Yukarin squirms free, falling behind him. Jackson connects with an elbow to the head and then gets him back in the fireman's carry and hits him with a dust buster. He then pushes Yukarin back down and presses both hands on his chest for the pin -- one, two, three!
The young wrestler releases Yukarin and sits up on his knees, raising both hands in victory. Yukarin rolls away, sore from the match, but relieved it's finally over.
When Jackson comes back to the locker room he sees Yukarin sitting by his locker, rubbing his lower back, still sore. A tinge of guilt creeps over him knowing he was a little rough on him in the ring. He avoids eye contact and heads to the showers. But after a long steamy shower, Jackson sees Yukarin still aching by his locker. He approaches his opponent with an apology, "Sorry, I didn't mean to be so rough in there..."
"Hey..." he grabs Yukarin before he can step back to the showers. "Um, maybe we do this again tomorrow?"
Yukarin is surprised, but immediately nods yes. Jackson smiles to himself, yes, tomorrow he'll make things even between them... and if not then, he wouldn't mind spending day after day trying.
If I had to choose between these two young studs, I'd go with Yukarin who just oozes sex appeal.
The young wrestler releases Yukarin and sits up on his knees, raising both hands in victory. Yukarin rolls away, sore from the match, but relieved it's finally over.
Yukarin looks at him and nods. The words aren't going to make him feel any better.
"Uh... why don't I... do you want a massage? I mean, can I give you one and maybe that'll help?"
Yukarin sees the sincerity in the young wrestler's eyes and nods. He starts to lie down on the bench, but Jackson stops him.
"Here, let me set down my towel," he casually takes off his towel, revealing his naked body. "Now lie on your stomach."
Yukarin gives him a quick once over to capture a mental image and lies face down on the bench. He hears Jackson squirt some oil on his hands and rub them together before feeling the coolness on his shoulders and back.
Jackson stands with Yukarin in between his legs, slowly massaging both shoulders. He can instantly feel the tension ease applies more oil, dripping it down Yukarin's back and rubbing it in.
"How does that feel?"
"Ohhh, so good."
Jackson smiles, his guilt easing just like the knots in the pornstar's back.
"Little lower," Yukarin directs.
Jackson moves his hands down to his lower back, brushing up against Yukarin's trunks. He's tempted to slide them underneath and get a piece of that ass, but opts to keep things professional, well at least as professional as he can be standing there naked giving him a massage. He works the back for another five minutes and then gently taps him to roll over. Yukarin can't contain his smile and rolls on his back.
"Wow," Jackson comments.
Yukarin only now realizes he's been getting hard and has a noticeable bulge, but Jackson is eying his ripped frame and all of his tattoos. He brushes his hands down Yukarin's chest, oiling it up. As he massages him he gradually moves his face closer and closer and then without even thinking, he goes down and sucks on Yukarin's pecs.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin statles.
"Sorry..."
"No..." Yukarin pulls Jackson back toward him, allowing the wrestler to suck on his tits some more. "Ahhh..."
Jackson plays with his nipples a little more then kisses down his stomach to Yukarin's trunks. As his lips press against the spandex, the pornstar slides them off, freeing his boner.
"I'm glad you seem to be enjoying this," Jackson says with a smirk.
"You do a good job," Yukarin smiles back.
With their intentions seemingly clear, Jackson climbs on top of Yukarin, grabbing the base of his uncut cock. He gives it a few powerful jerks and then cups his lips around the head and goes down. Yukarin shivers, the way those lips wrapped around his foreskin is driving him insane. The wrestler bobs his head fast, choking be damned, determined to deep throat the pornstar. As he adjusts himself his dick lines up with Yukarin's mouth. The pornstar tilts his head back and opens wide, sucking on it.
"Ohhh..." Jackson mumbles with the dick full in his mouth.
Yukarin hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, letting the wrestler pump his cock in and out of his mouth. He pauses sucking on Yukarin, stroking him slowly as he enjoys the pornstar's oral skills. He glances down, still in disbelief, and then pulls the foreskin back and resumes sucking the dick in front of him.
Yukarin and Jackson blow each other in silence, letting their lips smacks and tongue slurps echo off the locker room walls. It would be a perfect happy ending to the massage, but Jackson is eager to explore more.
Jackson rolls off of the pornstar and sits at the end of the bench by his feet. He folds Yukarin's legs up to get a few of his hole, the pornstar shifting his hips to help, angling himself perfectly. He hovers over Yukarin and lets the saliva slowly drip out of his mouth into the pornstar's hole, watching it disappear. He then bends down and presses his lips against the muscle, softly kissing it before licking with his tongue.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin holds his breath as he feels Jackson's tongue press against him, moving in circles. His eyelids flutter as Jackson licks a wet stripe across his hole.
Jackson looks up and smirks before diving back down, sliding his tongue inside Yukarin and flicking it. The pornstar's eyes roll back in his head, his legs begin trembling. And Jackson knows it too. He leans back out and slides a finger in, then two, "It looks like you're stretched out here," he says before curling them to press against Yukarin's prostate.
"Ahhhh..." Yukarin gasps as precum bursts out of his cock.
Jackson slides his fingers out and moves forward, pressing into him, his thick cock spreading Yukarin wide open. Yukarin exhales as the flash of heat subsides, Jackson looks at him making sure he's okay. The pornstar gives him a nod and the wrestler leans down on him, pulling Yukarin's leg up over his ass. Yukarin isn't normally a fan of missionary position, but feeling Jackson on top of him, pressing their bodies together as he rocks into him, is incredible.
"Yeah, that feel good?"
"Oh yes. Right there," Yukarin presses his hands on Jackson's back, feeling tiny beads of sweat.
"Fuck you're so tight," he admires.
"Don't stop..."
Jackson keeps hitting his spot, grinding in him. Yukarin closes his eyes -- all that roughness from their match was worth this. He trembles under Jackson, his head spinning a little that he doesn't realize what he's doing when he pulls Jackson's mouth against his and kisses him. Jackson is equally surprised, but feels the same connection. He kisses Yukarin back, stopping his fucking, letting everything rush to their heads.
When they finally break apart Yukarin rolls them over so he's on top. Jackson admires the pornstar's body as he sits up and blindly aims the wrestler's cock back at his ass. He then squats backward on it, feeling the little burst of heat as his head pushes in.
"Ohhh yeah..." Yukarin moans out, his mouth hanging open long after the sound escapes him.
"Here, let me set down my towel," he casually takes off his towel, revealing his naked body. "Now lie on your stomach."
Yukarin gives him a quick once over to capture a mental image and lies face down on the bench. He hears Jackson squirt some oil on his hands and rub them together before feeling the coolness on his shoulders and back.
Jackson stands with Yukarin in between his legs, slowly massaging both shoulders. He can instantly feel the tension ease applies more oil, dripping it down Yukarin's back and rubbing it in.
"How does that feel?"
"Ohhh, so good."
Jackson smiles, his guilt easing just like the knots in the pornstar's back.
"Little lower," Yukarin directs.
Jackson moves his hands down to his lower back, brushing up against Yukarin's trunks. He's tempted to slide them underneath and get a piece of that ass, but opts to keep things professional, well at least as professional as he can be standing there naked giving him a massage. He works the back for another five minutes and then gently taps him to roll over. Yukarin can't contain his smile and rolls on his back.
"Wow," Jackson comments.
Yukarin only now realizes he's been getting hard and has a noticeable bulge, but Jackson is eying his ripped frame and all of his tattoos. He brushes his hands down Yukarin's chest, oiling it up. As he massages him he gradually moves his face closer and closer and then without even thinking, he goes down and sucks on Yukarin's pecs.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin statles.
"Sorry..."
"No..." Yukarin pulls Jackson back toward him, allowing the wrestler to suck on his tits some more. "Ahhh..."
Jackson plays with his nipples a little more then kisses down his stomach to Yukarin's trunks. As his lips press against the spandex, the pornstar slides them off, freeing his boner.
"I'm glad you seem to be enjoying this," Jackson says with a smirk.
"You do a good job," Yukarin smiles back.
With their intentions seemingly clear, Jackson climbs on top of Yukarin, grabbing the base of his uncut cock. He gives it a few powerful jerks and then cups his lips around the head and goes down. Yukarin shivers, the way those lips wrapped around his foreskin is driving him insane. The wrestler bobs his head fast, choking be damned, determined to deep throat the pornstar. As he adjusts himself his dick lines up with Yukarin's mouth. The pornstar tilts his head back and opens wide, sucking on it.
"Ohhh..." Jackson mumbles with the dick full in his mouth.
Yukarin hollows his cheeks and sucks harder, letting the wrestler pump his cock in and out of his mouth. He pauses sucking on Yukarin, stroking him slowly as he enjoys the pornstar's oral skills. He glances down, still in disbelief, and then pulls the foreskin back and resumes sucking the dick in front of him.
Yukarin and Jackson blow each other in silence, letting their lips smacks and tongue slurps echo off the locker room walls. It would be a perfect happy ending to the massage, but Jackson is eager to explore more.
Jackson rolls off of the pornstar and sits at the end of the bench by his feet. He folds Yukarin's legs up to get a few of his hole, the pornstar shifting his hips to help, angling himself perfectly. He hovers over Yukarin and lets the saliva slowly drip out of his mouth into the pornstar's hole, watching it disappear. He then bends down and presses his lips against the muscle, softly kissing it before licking with his tongue.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin holds his breath as he feels Jackson's tongue press against him, moving in circles. His eyelids flutter as Jackson licks a wet stripe across his hole.
Jackson looks up and smirks before diving back down, sliding his tongue inside Yukarin and flicking it. The pornstar's eyes roll back in his head, his legs begin trembling. And Jackson knows it too. He leans back out and slides a finger in, then two, "It looks like you're stretched out here," he says before curling them to press against Yukarin's prostate.
"Ahhhh..." Yukarin gasps as precum bursts out of his cock.
Jackson slides his fingers out and moves forward, pressing into him, his thick cock spreading Yukarin wide open. Yukarin exhales as the flash of heat subsides, Jackson looks at him making sure he's okay. The pornstar gives him a nod and the wrestler leans down on him, pulling Yukarin's leg up over his ass. Yukarin isn't normally a fan of missionary position, but feeling Jackson on top of him, pressing their bodies together as he rocks into him, is incredible.
"Yeah, that feel good?"
"Oh yes. Right there," Yukarin presses his hands on Jackson's back, feeling tiny beads of sweat.
"Fuck you're so tight," he admires.
"Don't stop..."
Jackson keeps hitting his spot, grinding in him. Yukarin closes his eyes -- all that roughness from their match was worth this. He trembles under Jackson, his head spinning a little that he doesn't realize what he's doing when he pulls Jackson's mouth against his and kisses him. Jackson is equally surprised, but feels the same connection. He kisses Yukarin back, stopping his fucking, letting everything rush to their heads.
When they finally break apart Yukarin rolls them over so he's on top. Jackson admires the pornstar's body as he sits up and blindly aims the wrestler's cock back at his ass. He then squats backward on it, feeling the little burst of heat as his head pushes in.
"Ohhh yeah..." Yukarin moans out, his mouth hanging open long after the sound escapes him.
Jackson isn't a fan of his bottoms riding him, he prefers to be the one in control, but after that match and feeling guilty about hurting Yukarin, he knows it's not about himself right now. Still a small consolation is seeing Yukarin's gorgeous body over him, glistening in sweat. Jackson moves his hands up his abs back down to his dick, stroking it as the pornstar accelerates their pace.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin whimpers as he angles himself just right.
"That's it ride me," Jackson whispers. "Ride me hard."
Yukarin feels the dick brushing against his prostate, only increasing his desire for more. Jackson rests his head in his hands, watching as his partner's dick comes slapping down on his stomach with Yukarin's intense movements displaying his hunger for that cock.
Jackson snaps his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Yukarin. He watches Yukarin's facial expressions change, his eyes light up, and then speeds his thrusts up, making the pornstar's ass cheeks clap together.
"Uhhh..." Yukarin presses his hands down on Jackson's chest to steady himself.
He keeps clenching up around the dick, whining through the overwhelming pleasure, his stomach tight and tense as he nears closer and closer to the edge.
"Yeah, you like that dick, don't you?"
"Yesss... yes..."
The two move in sync, funny how they're able to do that much better naked in the locker room than when they were in the ring.
"Uhhh uhhhh..." Jackson's growls get louder.
"Ahhh..." Yukarin's whines match him in volume.
"Uh uhh uhh, come on," Jackson grunts.
"Ohhh..." Yukarin whimpers as he angles himself just right.
"That's it ride me," Jackson whispers. "Ride me hard."
Yukarin feels the dick brushing against his prostate, only increasing his desire for more. Jackson rests his head in his hands, watching as his partner's dick comes slapping down on his stomach with Yukarin's intense movements displaying his hunger for that cock.
Jackson snaps his hips up, driving his cock deeper inside Yukarin. He watches Yukarin's facial expressions change, his eyes light up, and then speeds his thrusts up, making the pornstar's ass cheeks clap together.
"Uhhh..." Yukarin presses his hands down on Jackson's chest to steady himself.
He keeps clenching up around the dick, whining through the overwhelming pleasure, his stomach tight and tense as he nears closer and closer to the edge.
"Yeah, you like that dick, don't you?"
"Yesss... yes..."
The two move in sync, funny how they're able to do that much better naked in the locker room than when they were in the ring.
"Uhhh uhhhh..." Jackson's growls get louder.
"Ahhh..." Yukarin's whines match him in volume.
"Uh uhh uhh, come on," Jackson grunts.
And then with that Yukarin stands up. Jackson's eyes widen expecting the pornstar to cum all over him now. Instead he pulls Jackson up by his wrists and spins him around, pressing him up against the locker. He slides his dick between Jackson's ass cheeks -- a clear signal of intentions.
"Uh..." Jackson is hesitant. He only anticipated fucking Yukarin at most, figuring that would make up for his rough experience. But apparently Yukarin wants more -- who could blame him?
"It's okay," Yukarin whispers in his ear.
Jackson nods, assuming the pornstar will be gentle with him.
Yukarin takes his dick and slaps it on Jackson's ass playfully before sliding it between his cheeks. As he pushes in he lets out a low groan. Fuck. These younger guys are always so fucking tight. Jackson exhales as he feels Yukarin move, hard and fast. So much for gentle. Not that it matters, because feeling that dick inside him, Jackson only now realizes how much he's been yearning to be fucked. He moans and grips the sides of his locker, trying to remain steady in his position for Yukarin.
"Ahh yeah, heh heh heh," Jackson smiles back at Yukarin. The pornstar shoves his head back forward, being an aggressive top only arouses Jackson more. "Yeah destroy my ass."
Yukarin swings his hand, the palm striking the round globes with a resounding slap. Jackson immediately yelps which makes Yukarin realize he has to do it again. And so he does. He loves the red marks his blows immediately make. And he loves the way that despite Jackson yelps, the younger man still moves towards his touch.
"Fuck yeah, baby, yeahhh..." he pants.
Yukarin nods and grabs a hold of Jackson's hips, pumping harder into him. He breathes heavily, focused on the task, focused on that beautiful young ass in front of him.
Jackson closes his eyes and rides out the pleasure. He feels so stretched and full but the burning friction and Yukarin now hitting his prostate with every thrust it's fucking amazing. If he had any doubts about Yukarin, they were gone -- this stud knows how to fuck. Just as he realizes that, Yukarin pulls him back by the hair, yanking him up until he's practically erect.
"Fuuuck..." That's the only word Jackson utters, not from a lack of trying. So many words circle around in his head, coming close to the tip of his tongue but he can't get them out, lost in the jolts of pleasure still shooting through him.
Yukarin licks the side of Jackson's neck, savoring the taste of him. He knows the wrestler is close to finishing, and is close himself. Only a few more furious thrusts and the pornstar busts inside Jackson, holding his cock deep inside him, letting the cum bury inside.
"Ahhhhh..." the pornstar moans out loudly, his body trembling.
Jackson cups his balls as his load shoots out simultaneously, marking the locker with his seed. He gasps and chokes, trying to collect himself while the euphoria rips through him.
Yukarin slowly thrusts his hips some more, prolonging his own blissed state before stepping back and wiping the sweat off his face. Jackson stands upright and faces him. He pulls the sweaty pornstar back into an embrace, their dicks rubbing together as their bodies connect. He glides his tongue against Yukarin's and then presses their lips together.
"I hope you feel better now," he says with a slight chuckle.
"A lot better," Yukarin says, fixing Jackson's hair.
Jackson smiles, pleased to have given Yukarin a happy ending, but he feels like he may have gotten the better end of the deal. "Uh..." Jackson is hesitant. He only anticipated fucking Yukarin at most, figuring that would make up for his rough experience. But apparently Yukarin wants more -- who could blame him?
"It's okay," Yukarin whispers in his ear.
Jackson nods, assuming the pornstar will be gentle with him.
Yukarin takes his dick and slaps it on Jackson's ass playfully before sliding it between his cheeks. As he pushes in he lets out a low groan. Fuck. These younger guys are always so fucking tight. Jackson exhales as he feels Yukarin move, hard and fast. So much for gentle. Not that it matters, because feeling that dick inside him, Jackson only now realizes how much he's been yearning to be fucked. He moans and grips the sides of his locker, trying to remain steady in his position for Yukarin.
"Ahh yeah, heh heh heh," Jackson smiles back at Yukarin. The pornstar shoves his head back forward, being an aggressive top only arouses Jackson more. "Yeah destroy my ass."
Yukarin swings his hand, the palm striking the round globes with a resounding slap. Jackson immediately yelps which makes Yukarin realize he has to do it again. And so he does. He loves the red marks his blows immediately make. And he loves the way that despite Jackson yelps, the younger man still moves towards his touch.
"Fuck yeah, baby, yeahhh..." he pants.
Yukarin nods and grabs a hold of Jackson's hips, pumping harder into him. He breathes heavily, focused on the task, focused on that beautiful young ass in front of him.
Jackson closes his eyes and rides out the pleasure. He feels so stretched and full but the burning friction and Yukarin now hitting his prostate with every thrust it's fucking amazing. If he had any doubts about Yukarin, they were gone -- this stud knows how to fuck. Just as he realizes that, Yukarin pulls him back by the hair, yanking him up until he's practically erect.
"Fuuuck..." That's the only word Jackson utters, not from a lack of trying. So many words circle around in his head, coming close to the tip of his tongue but he can't get them out, lost in the jolts of pleasure still shooting through him.
Yukarin licks the side of Jackson's neck, savoring the taste of him. He knows the wrestler is close to finishing, and is close himself. Only a few more furious thrusts and the pornstar busts inside Jackson, holding his cock deep inside him, letting the cum bury inside.
"Ahhhhh..." the pornstar moans out loudly, his body trembling.
Jackson cups his balls as his load shoots out simultaneously, marking the locker with his seed. He gasps and chokes, trying to collect himself while the euphoria rips through him.
Yukarin slowly thrusts his hips some more, prolonging his own blissed state before stepping back and wiping the sweat off his face. Jackson stands upright and faces him. He pulls the sweaty pornstar back into an embrace, their dicks rubbing together as their bodies connect. He glides his tongue against Yukarin's and then presses their lips together.
"I hope you feel better now," he says with a slight chuckle.
"A lot better," Yukarin says, fixing Jackson's hair.
"Hey..." he grabs Yukarin before he can step back to the showers. "Um, maybe we do this again tomorrow?"
Yukarin is surprised, but immediately nods yes. Jackson smiles to himself, yes, tomorrow he'll make things even between them... and if not then, he wouldn't mind spending day after day trying.
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