Ricochet stands in the ring waiting for his opponent to make his entrance. The lights dim, the music switches, and there he is: Melanin. His dark chocolate skin glistening with the layer of baby oil highlighting all of his muscles, his long hair pulled back into a ponytail, and bright blue shorts that can barely contain his bubbly ass. Ricochet hops in his corner trying not to look intimidated -- or turned on.
The bell rings and Melanin charges at the wrestler with a leaping elbow to the head. He then grabs Ricochet and whips him into the corner with such force the wrestler slumps down on his ass. Melanin keeps it going, stomping on Ricochet before picking him up and tosses him back and overhead across the ring. Melanin stands up with a smile, his debut match couldn't be going better.
Ricochet pulls himself up in the opposite corner, and when Melanin approaches him, he holds on to the top ropes and kicks out at him, sending him back on his ass. Ricochet rolls forward and leaps up with a dropkick, knocking the just back on his feet pornstar back down again. Ricochet then flips back up, pumped up being on offense.
He grabs Melanin by his hair and picks him up to his feet, getting him in a side headlock. The pornstar shoves him forward to the ropes, Ricochet springs back, leaping over Melanin's back. Melanin tries to get him with a clothesline, but Ricochet rolls underneath him. When Melanin turns back around Ricochet flips up on his hands, nailing him a headscissors takedown. He quickly follows it up grabbing Melanin by the wrist and whipping him into the corner. He charges in and hits a spear, then slides through the middle ropes to go on the apron edge. He grabs Melanin by the head, slamming him into the top turnbuckle. Then takes a few steps back and runs forward with a boot to the head. Ricochet can't believe how seamless his combinations are going. But he doesn't pause yet, springing over the ropes with a flying elbow that takes Melanin down. He slides on top of the pornstar, pressing down on him for the pin. One. Two. Melanin throws him off in time.
Ricochet is back on his feet while Melanin still pays down catching his breath. He slowly stands up not at all keeping an eye on his opponent and Ricochet leaps up with an enziguri to knock him back down. And then before he even knows it, the wrestler does a standing shooting star press, landing on top of him and going for the pin again. One. Two -- Melanin throws him off again, getting pissed off that his debut has turned sour so suddenly.
Melanin stands back up ready to turn things around. He sits up on his knees, looking up at Ricochet like a submissive. He puts his hands on Ricochet's thighs to help himself up, which the wrestler surprisingly lets him do. He then tugs on Melanin's hair to get him up faster and hits a couple jabs followed by a legsweep. Melanin falls down, but rolls away, dodging a dropkick from Ricochet. When he stands back up, Melanin ducks Ricochet's superkick and then scoops him up lifting him up overhead with a military press slam. Ricochet rolls away and gets back up on his feet fairly quickly using the ropes, but Melanin is charging at him. Ricochet ducks, pulling the ropes down and Melanin falls on the concrete. Ricochet sees the opening and decides to take it, running across the ring, bouncing off the ropes, building up momentum. He then leaps over the ropes with a tope con hilo, landing on top of Melanin, but hitting the ground hard. Really hard. Melanin moves first, getting up on his knees. He looks over and sees Ricochet on his stomach, his juicy ass looking ready to be plucked. It motivates him to get up faster and grabs Ricochet by his tights to get him to his feet. He then hoists him up and hits an atomic drop, making that bubbly ass land hard on his knee. Ricochet stumbles forward and Melanin grabs him, whipping him back into the ring post. With a loud "dong!" Ricochet falls on his back, still conscious, looking up as the pornstar stands over him. He can't help but get a little hard seeing Melanin from this position, but he shakes those thoughts away remembering he's in a match. He tries clawing at the pornstar, but Melanin blocks it with his arms and then head butts Ricochet, calming him down enough that he can roll him back into the ring. Melanin follows after him. He picks Ricochet up and gets him in a fireman's carry and hits him with a powerslam. He hooks Ricochet's legs for the pin, but the wrestler has plenty of fight in him that he barely gets a two-count.
Melanin picks Ricochet back up again and hits a couple of back hands on his chest and then a kick to the head that knocks Ricochet backwards, wobbling on his feet. Melanin charges at him, but Ricochet jumps up and surprises him with the recoil. Melanin flops down on his back, arms spread wide open. The wrestler crawls up over his head, not realizing he's in a 69 position as he goes for the pin. He nods his head with each count: One. Two.
That's it. Ricochet looks and sees Melanin's foot on the bottom rope. How? The wrestler shakes his head in disbelief and figures out how he'll end it. He goes to the corner and slowly climbs up. Once he's on the top turnbuckle, raises his hands in the air ready for his 630 senton -- but Melanin scrambles over and shakes the ropes, knocking the wrestler down on to the pole. Melanin grabs him off the turnbuckles into a powerbomb hold and slams him down hard enough to make the ring tremble a long time after impact. Melanin could pin him right then and there, but instead he grabs Ricochet by the legs and twists him over getting him in a Boston crab. The pornstar squats down, rubbing his ass against Ricochet's back to literally rub it in, as Ricochet screams out in pain. The wrestler reaches for the ropes, but Melanin's positioning is perfect. Then Ricochet succumbs to his pain and taps out, giving Melanin the hard fought victory.
The knock on the door is faint, so faint that Melanin thinks he imagined it. But a louder knock confirms it's no illusion, and Melanin races over and opens the door and smiles, "Hey..."
Ricochet isn't one to fuck around with other wrestlers, it's how he avoids the drama and keeps steadily working. He's had chemistry in the ring with plenty of other guys he wouldn't otherwise object to fucking around with -- most notably Cedric Alexander. They had quite the run as a team and Ricochet was considering the possibility of being something more with him when Alexander turned and joined Hurt Business. He heard rumors his ex-partner hooked up with Benjamin, making the breakup sting extra, but shit, that's been what, two years now? Why shouldn't Ricochet take what's available to him? And Melanin certainly made himself available. And it is undeniable that after that match they had chemistry.
"Hey..." Ricochet doesn't hesitate and goes in for a kiss.
Any second thoughts that may have been lingering in Ricochet vanish once their lips connect, bodies press together. He steps back and sees the pornstar has a nice layer of oil on his skin, just like when he made his grand entrance. But now being up close with him he sees exactly how it makes his ripped appearance look even more impressive (if that's possible.) It also comforts the wrestler to know he didn't go overboard by glistening his own body with some oil before heading over.
"Come on in," Melanin say, staring the wrestler up and down.
The door closes and Melanin immediately embraces Ricochet, eager to put his hands all over the body. Ricochet enjoys the worship, but he wants it under his demands. Just because he lost the match doesn't mean he's ready to be bossed around. But Melanin's lips sucking his pecs, his tongue licking his chest, his hands feeling each defined ab, makes it hard to push him away. Finally the wrestler takes control telling Melanin, “Be a good boy and suck me off.”
"Hey..." Ricochet doesn't hesitate and goes in for a kiss.
Any second thoughts that may have been lingering in Ricochet vanish once their lips connect, bodies press together. He steps back and sees the pornstar has a nice layer of oil on his skin, just like when he made his grand entrance. But now being up close with him he sees exactly how it makes his ripped appearance look even more impressive (if that's possible.) It also comforts the wrestler to know he didn't go overboard by glistening his own body with some oil before heading over.
"Come on in," Melanin say, staring the wrestler up and down.
The door closes and Melanin immediately embraces Ricochet, eager to put his hands all over the body. Ricochet enjoys the worship, but he wants it under his demands. Just because he lost the match doesn't mean he's ready to be bossed around. But Melanin's lips sucking his pecs, his tongue licking his chest, his hands feeling each defined ab, makes it hard to push him away. Finally the wrestler takes control telling Melanin, “Be a good boy and suck me off.”
Melanin nods appreciatively and uses his teeth to undo the string at Ricochet's crotch. Once undone, the wrestler helps him slide the pants off, kicking them away along before gripping onto Melanin's hair and guiding his head to Ricochet's boner. Melanin wastes no time opening his mouth and taking on the impressive erection, sucking and licking up the length of him.
“Ahh... fuck yeah baby, this is what your mouth is for.” Ricochet glances down to watch his dick disappear into Melanin's mouth again. He groans finding the pornstar undeniably sexy down on his knees for him.
Melanin moans with Ricochet's dick down his throat. He's swallowing hard and pulling back, swirling his tongue around the tip before sliding his lips back down. He loves sucking a good dick and Ricochet's is the perfect size and taste. He presses his hands on the wrestler's thighs, deep throating him. As Ricochet fills up his mouth, his own cock throbs, wanting to be touched so bad. He doesn't realize it, but his hips thrust uselessly against nothing but the space between Ricochet's legs. Ricochet finds it cute, but is more impressed with how Melanin doesn't lose focus, giving him the best head possible.
Ricochet rocks his hips forward as his head falls back again, closing his eyes, savoring the feel of Melanin's lips wrapped around him. After a few more shallow thrusts he pulls Melanin back, sliding his dick out of his mouth. Melanin looks up, lips shiny and swollen, chest heaving, a big smile on his face.
"Good boy," Ricochet pets him on the head. "Now get my hole."
“Ahh... fuck yeah baby, this is what your mouth is for.” Ricochet glances down to watch his dick disappear into Melanin's mouth again. He groans finding the pornstar undeniably sexy down on his knees for him.
Melanin moans with Ricochet's dick down his throat. He's swallowing hard and pulling back, swirling his tongue around the tip before sliding his lips back down. He loves sucking a good dick and Ricochet's is the perfect size and taste. He presses his hands on the wrestler's thighs, deep throating him. As Ricochet fills up his mouth, his own cock throbs, wanting to be touched so bad. He doesn't realize it, but his hips thrust uselessly against nothing but the space between Ricochet's legs. Ricochet finds it cute, but is more impressed with how Melanin doesn't lose focus, giving him the best head possible.
Ricochet rocks his hips forward as his head falls back again, closing his eyes, savoring the feel of Melanin's lips wrapped around him. After a few more shallow thrusts he pulls Melanin back, sliding his dick out of his mouth. Melanin looks up, lips shiny and swollen, chest heaving, a big smile on his face.
"Good boy," Ricochet pets him on the head. "Now get my hole."
The wrestler moves over to the bed, lying flat on his back, pulling his knees up to his shoulders, exposing his hole for Melanin. Melanin is eager to just put his dick in the pulsing hole, but knows not to rush anything when he's been waiting for this moment for so long.
Melanin circles Ricochet's hole with his tongue and then licks up to his balls before returning back down.
"You're torturing me..." Ricochet says.
Melanin smugly smirks and then presses his lips against the hole, blowing slightly before licking a stripe across it.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Intrigued by the noises the wrestler makes, Melanin continues taking his time tracing around the hole, until he feels Ricochet's hands press on shoulders. Then he fucks his tongue into him, slowly of course, feeling Ricochet's body tense up and then shudder a release.
"Ohhh Krave..."
Melanin fucks his tongue faster, getting just as much pleasure out of Ricochet's reaction as Ricochet is getting from being rimmed. Finally he can't take it anymore and the wrestler cries out, "Oh god, fuck me!"
Ricochet squirms free, rolling over so his chest is pressed down on the bed, but on his knees with his ass aimed up toward the ceiling.
"Come on and fuck me," Ricochet demands.
Satisfied by Ricochet's begging, Melanin strips off his jockstrap and slides inside the wrestler. Once fully hilted he moves quickly as Ricochet is so tight and hot around him, it grows more and more difficult to hold himself back. And as the pounding goes on Ricochet's cries for cock are now replaced with long almost continuous moans of pleasure.
Melanin circles Ricochet's hole with his tongue and then licks up to his balls before returning back down.
"You're torturing me..." Ricochet says.
Melanin smugly smirks and then presses his lips against the hole, blowing slightly before licking a stripe across it.
"Ohhhhhh..."
Intrigued by the noises the wrestler makes, Melanin continues taking his time tracing around the hole, until he feels Ricochet's hands press on shoulders. Then he fucks his tongue into him, slowly of course, feeling Ricochet's body tense up and then shudder a release.
"Ohhh Krave..."
Melanin fucks his tongue faster, getting just as much pleasure out of Ricochet's reaction as Ricochet is getting from being rimmed. Finally he can't take it anymore and the wrestler cries out, "Oh god, fuck me!"
Ricochet squirms free, rolling over so his chest is pressed down on the bed, but on his knees with his ass aimed up toward the ceiling.
"Come on and fuck me," Ricochet demands.
Satisfied by Ricochet's begging, Melanin strips off his jockstrap and slides inside the wrestler. Once fully hilted he moves quickly as Ricochet is so tight and hot around him, it grows more and more difficult to hold himself back. And as the pounding goes on Ricochet's cries for cock are now replaced with long almost continuous moans of pleasure.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought,” Melanin groans, squeezing Ricochet's ass. “You talk big, but all that goes away when someone has their cock in you.”
Ricochet's tight ass clenches around Melanin's thick cock, still unable to quit moaning. Every time Melanin slams his length, he curses. Quick and dirty, he loves how Melanin could be so rough, smacking his ass, cock stretching him out. “Fuck, nigga, that feels so fucking… yes! Right there!”
Melanin reaches around and strokes Ricochet's cock, unsurprised to find it long and hard. But it's hard to hold on to as the wrestler writhes and moans underneath him, trying desperately to take the almost impossibly thick, long cock that was prying him apart. But most of all Ricochet wants to see the man doing this to him. He crawls forward, letting the dick pop out of him, and rolls over, spreading his legs open like a V.
Melanin beams, happy to try the new position, and slides up to him, holding his thighs as his dick re-enters his hole.
"Ohhh, fuck yeah..." Melanin now sees the smile on Ricochet's face with every moan.
Oh how he wants more than anything to rail the wrestler until he can't remember his own name, to make the alpha man his submissive. But the more he tries to dominate Ricochet, the louder the wrestler gets calling out for more and not to stop. He even folds Ricochet in half, plowing directly down into him, his hair dangling, obscuring Ricochet's face.
"Uhh, uhhh, yeah..."
He feels Ricochet's hands grab his ass, squeezing it. Hungry.
Ricochet's tight ass clenches around Melanin's thick cock, still unable to quit moaning. Every time Melanin slams his length, he curses. Quick and dirty, he loves how Melanin could be so rough, smacking his ass, cock stretching him out. “Fuck, nigga, that feels so fucking… yes! Right there!”
Melanin reaches around and strokes Ricochet's cock, unsurprised to find it long and hard. But it's hard to hold on to as the wrestler writhes and moans underneath him, trying desperately to take the almost impossibly thick, long cock that was prying him apart. But most of all Ricochet wants to see the man doing this to him. He crawls forward, letting the dick pop out of him, and rolls over, spreading his legs open like a V.
Melanin beams, happy to try the new position, and slides up to him, holding his thighs as his dick re-enters his hole.
"Ohhh, fuck yeah..." Melanin now sees the smile on Ricochet's face with every moan.
Oh how he wants more than anything to rail the wrestler until he can't remember his own name, to make the alpha man his submissive. But the more he tries to dominate Ricochet, the louder the wrestler gets calling out for more and not to stop. He even folds Ricochet in half, plowing directly down into him, his hair dangling, obscuring Ricochet's face.
"Uhh, uhhh, yeah..."
He feels Ricochet's hands grab his ass, squeezing it. Hungry.
"You want that ass?" Melanin dares to ask.
"Even more than I want this dick," Ricochet admits. "But I don't know if you can handle all this."
The wrestler strokes his cock, using the pre-cum to lube himself. Melanin leans back and grabs the dick, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"There's only one way to find out..."
Melanin assumes the doggie position with his sweaty ass ready for Ricochet. The wrestler loves how readily accepting the pornstar was to switch things up. He licks his lips and rubs his thumb around Melanin's hole, observing it carefully.
"Fuck..." he utters in complete awe.
Melanin closes his eyes, bracing himself, but then feels the wrestler's facial hair rub against his cheeks. Then the warmth of his breath. And finally his tongue, lapping around his hole.
"Ohhh..."
Ricochet can tell Melanin isn't used to guys taking their time to explore him - instead jumping into action. Such a shame, when such a beautiful ass should be admired, worshipped. And tasted. He fucks his tongue into the hole, hearing mumbling moans coming from the pornstar. He loved the power that his tongue had over the pornstar, and keeps going to test its strength. Melanin grips the bed covers tight in his hands, now even wondering if Ricochet is going to fuck him. The way he's eating his ass out, he could come and be completely satisfied. But after another three, four, five? minutes he feels Ricochet's beard push away and a slap on his ass.
"Alright," Ricochet stands back up and rubs his cock up and down Melanin's crack.
"Mmm..." Melanin takes a breath waiting to feel Ricochet inside him, unless there's another surprise detour...
The wrestler spits on his cock and then pushes the head in, surprised at how easily it slides down.
"Ohhh fuck my nigga," Melanin is equally surprised. He shudders as he makes his body relax, adapting to the intrusion and arching his back to press down on Ricochet.
Despite how easy it was for him to enter, Ricochet still finds Melanin to be tight and loves the idea of stretching the pornstar out a bit. To leave a lasting impact. He rocks back and forth gradually building up speed and then after a few minutes he's snapping his hips as fast as he can, jolting Melanin forward every time.
"Even more than I want this dick," Ricochet admits. "But I don't know if you can handle all this."
The wrestler strokes his cock, using the pre-cum to lube himself. Melanin leans back and grabs the dick, giving it a gentle squeeze.
"There's only one way to find out..."
"Fuck..." he utters in complete awe.
Melanin closes his eyes, bracing himself, but then feels the wrestler's facial hair rub against his cheeks. Then the warmth of his breath. And finally his tongue, lapping around his hole.
"Ohhh..."
Ricochet can tell Melanin isn't used to guys taking their time to explore him - instead jumping into action. Such a shame, when such a beautiful ass should be admired, worshipped. And tasted. He fucks his tongue into the hole, hearing mumbling moans coming from the pornstar. He loved the power that his tongue had over the pornstar, and keeps going to test its strength. Melanin grips the bed covers tight in his hands, now even wondering if Ricochet is going to fuck him. The way he's eating his ass out, he could come and be completely satisfied. But after another three, four, five? minutes he feels Ricochet's beard push away and a slap on his ass.
"Alright," Ricochet stands back up and rubs his cock up and down Melanin's crack.
"Mmm..." Melanin takes a breath waiting to feel Ricochet inside him, unless there's another surprise detour...
The wrestler spits on his cock and then pushes the head in, surprised at how easily it slides down.
"Ohhh fuck my nigga," Melanin is equally surprised. He shudders as he makes his body relax, adapting to the intrusion and arching his back to press down on Ricochet.
Despite how easy it was for him to enter, Ricochet still finds Melanin to be tight and loves the idea of stretching the pornstar out a bit. To leave a lasting impact. He rocks back and forth gradually building up speed and then after a few minutes he's snapping his hips as fast as he can, jolting Melanin forward every time.
"Come on, take that dick," Ricochet mocks him.
Melanin grips on to the bed covers, trying to hold his position with all the force of Ricochet slamming into him. The long, fast strokes are difficult to fight back against, but Melanin proudly keeps himself steady.
"That's it," Ricochet proudly slaps his bubbly ass cheeks.
"Uhh, uhhh..." Melanin keeps glancing back, still in disbelief that the wrestler is fucking him.
Ricochet has to admit the pornstar is handling him like the pro he is. He breathes harder as he fucks, wanting to last as long as possible.
"Ahhh..." Melanin's responding whimpers fill the space along with the sounds of skin slapping together hard.
Finally Ricochet chimes in, “God you feel so good baby."
The wrestler's grunts get louder as he thrusts hard, the bed rocking against the wall at the force. Melanin moans and wails as Ricochet now hits his spot with every thrust, "Ahhh, don't stop... Fuck yes my nigga..."
Melanin grips on to the bed covers, trying to hold his position with all the force of Ricochet slamming into him. The long, fast strokes are difficult to fight back against, but Melanin proudly keeps himself steady.
"That's it," Ricochet proudly slaps his bubbly ass cheeks.
"Uhh, uhhh..." Melanin keeps glancing back, still in disbelief that the wrestler is fucking him.
Ricochet has to admit the pornstar is handling him like the pro he is. He breathes harder as he fucks, wanting to last as long as possible.
"Ahhh..." Melanin's responding whimpers fill the space along with the sounds of skin slapping together hard.
Finally Ricochet chimes in, “God you feel so good baby."
The wrestler's grunts get louder as he thrusts hard, the bed rocking against the wall at the force. Melanin moans and wails as Ricochet now hits his spot with every thrust, "Ahhh, don't stop... Fuck yes my nigga..."
Ricochet has never felt better than seeing how good he is making Melanin feel. He becomes oddly possessive of the pornstar, knowing very well that Melanin would be hooking up with others that week if not tomorrow. But right now he's Ricochet's and so the wrestler fucks hard into the pornstar, claiming him to be his. He runs his hand through Melanin's hair, yanking his head back as he leans over him again, licking a long stripe up the side of his throat. Every noise Melanin makes reverberates through his neck, Ricochet loving the feel as he presses his lips to the skin gently. He then leans back, standing upright, hands pressed on Melanin's lower back, "Come on, fuck me with your ass."
Melanin looks back with a sly smile and begins rocking his booty on the dick. Slowly pushing back into it before dragging it halfway out. He presses back in and twerks. He doesn't have to look back at Ricochet to know how big he's smiling, as he hears Ricochet's uncontrolled moans, "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, fuck boy..."
Ricochet nearly falls back off the bed, and has to pull himself on Melanin to keep it from happening. He humps Melanin for a minute, yet as good as it feels, it doesn't compare to Melanin impaling himself on the dick.
"Come on and ride me," Ricochet concedes.
He lies flat on his back, propping his head up on the pillow as Melanin crawls on his lap. He becomes helpless as the heat clamps down on his cock, unable to utter a single word. All he can do is relax and enjoy the bubble ass bouncing up and down on his cock, admiring the gorgeous body it's attached to.
Melanin is equally in disbelief. He remembers how nervous he was waiting for Ricochet to come to his room, how Ricochet wanted to dominate him, and now the wrestler is writhing beneath him telling him to keep going.
"Ahhh..." Melanin's voice gets higher as the dick hits his prostate.
He goes faster on it, wanting more until it becomes too much and Melanin just rides waves of pleasure, lost in a trance. Ricochet starts to stroke him hard and fast as the pornstar's noises keep getting higher in pitch.
"Oh fuck... don't stop... I can get there..." Melanin loses himself in sensation for the moment, driving for his own orgasm.
Ricochet hopes the hotel walls are thin, because neither man seems to be monitoring their volume at all, and their collective moaning will serve as a grand announcement that Ricochet is now open to fucking anyone he crosses paths with in the locker room.
"Fuck yeah!"
He looks up and sees Melanin pinching his own pecs, still riding high. He holds on to the pornstar's waist and fucks up into him hard and fast. He watches as Melanin's eyes shoot wide open, his high-pitched moans shrieking out. Ricochet's speed is brutal as he drives towards his own orgasm. He feels Melanin's body tightening and pulsing around him, a feeling better than anything he could describe.
"Ohhh OHHH OHHH..." Melanin presses down on Ricochet's chest, knowing he's about to climax.
Ricochet fights to keep his eyes open, to watch for the moment, but he too is about to come. And then simultaneously the men finish: Ricochet feeling the pornstar stiffen followed by the splash of Melanin's cum on his abs and Melanin feeling the wrestler's warm cum fill up his ass. And both men lock eyes, seeing the ecstasy in each other's faces, breathless. When he has the strength, Ricochet reaches out and pulls Melanin down to his chest for another messy breathless kiss. "Fuck... that was good..."
He then rolls over so he's on top of the pornstar and then drags his tongue down his sweaty body to his crotch. He goes from the base of the shaft to the head, licking it up, tasting his sweet cum, and then inhales the dick to get it all.
"Ahhh..." Melanin twitches in delight, watching the bald head bob up and down on his dick.
After a minute Ricochet crawls back on top of Melanin to cuddle in their afterglow, happy to have taken something that he wanted.
Melanin looks back with a sly smile and begins rocking his booty on the dick. Slowly pushing back into it before dragging it halfway out. He presses back in and twerks. He doesn't have to look back at Ricochet to know how big he's smiling, as he hears Ricochet's uncontrolled moans, "Oh, oh, ohhhhh, fuck boy..."
Ricochet nearly falls back off the bed, and has to pull himself on Melanin to keep it from happening. He humps Melanin for a minute, yet as good as it feels, it doesn't compare to Melanin impaling himself on the dick.
"Come on and ride me," Ricochet concedes.
He lies flat on his back, propping his head up on the pillow as Melanin crawls on his lap. He becomes helpless as the heat clamps down on his cock, unable to utter a single word. All he can do is relax and enjoy the bubble ass bouncing up and down on his cock, admiring the gorgeous body it's attached to.
Melanin is equally in disbelief. He remembers how nervous he was waiting for Ricochet to come to his room, how Ricochet wanted to dominate him, and now the wrestler is writhing beneath him telling him to keep going.
"Ahhh..." Melanin's voice gets higher as the dick hits his prostate.
He goes faster on it, wanting more until it becomes too much and Melanin just rides waves of pleasure, lost in a trance. Ricochet starts to stroke him hard and fast as the pornstar's noises keep getting higher in pitch.
"Oh fuck... don't stop... I can get there..." Melanin loses himself in sensation for the moment, driving for his own orgasm.
Ricochet hopes the hotel walls are thin, because neither man seems to be monitoring their volume at all, and their collective moaning will serve as a grand announcement that Ricochet is now open to fucking anyone he crosses paths with in the locker room.
"Fuck yeah!"
He looks up and sees Melanin pinching his own pecs, still riding high. He holds on to the pornstar's waist and fucks up into him hard and fast. He watches as Melanin's eyes shoot wide open, his high-pitched moans shrieking out. Ricochet's speed is brutal as he drives towards his own orgasm. He feels Melanin's body tightening and pulsing around him, a feeling better than anything he could describe.
"Ohhh OHHH OHHH..." Melanin presses down on Ricochet's chest, knowing he's about to climax.
Ricochet fights to keep his eyes open, to watch for the moment, but he too is about to come. And then simultaneously the men finish: Ricochet feeling the pornstar stiffen followed by the splash of Melanin's cum on his abs and Melanin feeling the wrestler's warm cum fill up his ass. And both men lock eyes, seeing the ecstasy in each other's faces, breathless. When he has the strength, Ricochet reaches out and pulls Melanin down to his chest for another messy breathless kiss. "Fuck... that was good..."
He then rolls over so he's on top of the pornstar and then drags his tongue down his sweaty body to his crotch. He goes from the base of the shaft to the head, licking it up, tasting his sweet cum, and then inhales the dick to get it all.
"Ahhh..." Melanin twitches in delight, watching the bald head bob up and down on his dick.
After a minute Ricochet crawls back on top of Melanin to cuddle in their afterglow, happy to have taken something that he wanted.
If I could pick between these two ripped hunks I think I would be craving Melanin's sweet ass and gorgeous chest a bit more.
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