Mansoor and Mace strut down to the ramp like it's a catwalk, showing off their modeling poses as they make their way to the ring. After posing on the edge of the ring together Mansoor steps in to his corner, only for Mace to put his hand on his shoulder.
"It's my turn to wrestle," Mace demands.
"They scheduled me," Mansoor says.
"So? Let me have a turn," Mace pouts.
Mansoor looks across the ring and sees Lazzarato and all of his abs and immediately figures out what Mace is doing. "Too bad," Mansoor says, as if that will end the conversation.
"No, we're going to be a tag team then," Mace suggests. "Two on one."
The ref looks at Lazzarato and asks him if he'll accept the change. The pornstar shrugs, "Why not? The more the merrier."
Meanwhile Mansoor and Mace are now bickering about who gets to start the match. "This was my match to begin with, so I'm starting," Mansoor says as the bell rings.
"But I think--" Mace protests, but the ref cuts him off, ordering him on the edge since Mansoor was in the ring when the bell rang.
Mansoor and Lazzarato lock up and the wrestler gets him in a side headlock. Lazzarato shoves Mansoor off him, but the wrestler rebounds off the ropes with a shoulder block that knocks him flat on his back. Mansoor stops to pose for a moment then leaps up for a leg drop, but Lazzarato rolls out of the way and he lands hard on his ass. Lazzarato pulls Mansoor up by his hair and whips him back into the ropes. When Mansoor rebounds back he catches the leaping Lazzarato and drops him down on his knee for an atomic drop. Lazzarato holds his crotch in pain and then Mansoor lunges with a clothesline, flipping him over as he lands on the ring. Mansoor rolls him on his back and goes for the pin, but Lazzarato punches out after a two-count.
Mansoor stands back up, not realizing how close he is to the corner and Mace tags himself in. Mansoor protests, demanding Mace to tag him back in because he wasn't finished yet, but Mace ignores him and grabs at Lazzarato. Mansoor stands on the edge of the corner, still fuming, while Mace scoops the pornstar up and slams him down. Lazzarato rubs his lower back, sore from Mace's powerful slam. He grabs Lazzarato and whips him into the corner, still doing no favors to the pornstar's back. He comes at him and gropes the pornstar's chest, pinching his pecs before he hits a couple of knee strikes. Lazzarato slumps down and crawls away, but doesn't get far as Mace springboards off the ropes with an elbow drop. He lies on top of Lazzarato, posing as he pins him, but the pornstar immediately sticks his foot on the ropes to break the pin.
Mace shakes his head and pulls Lazzarato back up, whipping him across the ring. Lazzarato comes racing back towards him and Mace gets him with a sidewalk slam. Lazzarato is so dazed he doesn't know where he's going when he tries crawling away, not realizing he's walking right into Mace who towers over him. The wrestler gets Lazzarato's head between his legs and hoists him up for a powerbomb. But while in the air Lazzarto fights back, punching him in the head, causing Mace to stagger backwards. He gets close enough to the corner that Mansoor slaps his back to tag himself in. Mace then regains his footing and slams Lazzarato down with a sit-out powerbomb, but the ref refuses to count as Mansoor is now the legal man in.
Mace shakes his head as Mansoor slides on top of Lazzarato, but the pornstar punches out before the count can even start.
Mansoor and Lazzarato stand back up at the same time, hands up, ready to fight. Mansoor lunges forward, but Lazzarato catches him in a wristlock, twisting him around. He then gets behind the wrestler and nails him with a German suplex. Mansoor scrambles back up to his feet, while Lazzarato takes a second to get up. Mansoor reaches for him, but Lazzarto gets him with an arm drag takedown. Mace covers his eyes in the corner, embarrassed that Mansoor could completely lose the advantage that they had going for them. Lazzarato gets behind the seated Mansoor and jabs his knee in his back as he pulls Mansoor's arms back in a hold. Mansoor yells out in pain, also wondering how he ended up like this. He looks to Mace with a pleading in his eyes for him to do something to save him. Mace sighs and bursts into the ring clobbering Lazzarato to break the hold. Mansoor then stands back up and the two of them whip Lazzarato into the corner. Lazzarato's back snaps against the turnbuckles and he falls straight down on his ass. Mace struts over and squats down giving him a stinkface. Mansoor doesn't like how much Mace is enjoying this and goes to pull him away, but Lazzarato shoves Mace off of him into Mansoor. Mansoor falls back and Mace lands on top of him. Mansoor twists trying to crawl out from under his partner. Mace starts to sit up to free him, but Lazzarato comes up behind Mace and nails him with a dropkick to the back, and he thrusts forward into Mansoor again. Mansoor's eyes widen as he feels Mace's crotch rub against his ass. This is not the time or place for that! He slides away from Mace, who rolls out to the ring. Just as he pulls himself up from the ropes, Lazzarato grabs at him and lifts him up with a pumphandle slam. Lazzarato then goes for the pin: One, two, thr-- Mansoor shakes free at the last moment.
As Mansoor stands back up, Lazzarato grabs at him again, but he ducks away. When Lazzarato turns around Mansoor hits him with a dropkick, and Lazzarato stumbles into the ropes. When he turns around Mansoor grabs his head and nails him with a tornado DDT. Mansoor hops up to his feet excited again. He approaches Lazzarato and leaps up with a standing moonsault, landing on him. He hooks the pornstar's legs for the pin, but Lazzarato kicks out.
Mansoor knows he's getting tired and that it's going to take Mace's help to put Lazzarato away at this point. So he goes over to the corner and tags his partner in. Mace looks to Mansoor and nods thank you, while Lazzarato takes advantage of the distraction and charges at him. But Mace looks back at his opponent in time and grabs him in a choke hold, lifting him up and slamming him down. He's not finished though and gets Lazzarato back in a fireman's carry and puts him away with an emerald flowsion. He folds the pornstar in half for the pin as Mansoor comes over and counts it out, "One, two, three."
The Maximum Male Models raise their hands in celebration.
"Did we finally find someone to join Maximum Male Models?" Mansoor asks, excitedly.
"Question," Mace holds up his finger. "Maybe we should slow down a minute, let it marinate before jumping to conclusions."
"Even though that wasn't a question you couldn't be more right," Mansoor replies. "Let's reconvene tomorrow and discuss."
The next day Mansoor shows up to brunch with Lazzarato's headshots and photos from his modeling campaigns. He fans them out on the table for Mace to see.
"Look at this, he knows his angles, he knows all the poses," Mansoor points out.
"Gorgeous," Mace can't even deny it. "But, there's more to being a Maximum Male Model than knowing how to take a good photo."
"You're right. Can he do runway? Well, look at what I found!" Mansoor pulls out his phone and brings up a youtube clip of Lazzarato walking the runway. "He nails his walk."
"Manny, wipe the drool from your lips. It's very un-model like," Mace says, still very hesitant about Lazzarato.
"It's just this weird feeling I get from him. I mean we actually won a match against him, when was the last time we won a match?" Mansoor says. He notices Mace pouting. "Wait, what's the matter?"
"It's just you were always against having a third model, but now you're all for him."
Mansoor sits on Mace's lap and strokes his cheek, "I know, but the phrase is two's company and three's a crowd for a reason. Who wants company when you can have a crowd?"
"Valid point."
"So you don't have to worry about him coming between us," Mansoor says. "Besides don't you remember how scared I was when we couldn't find you?"
"I know, I know, but that brings me back to what I was saying. There's more to being a Maximum Male Model than just being a model. We need to see if he has chemistry with us."
Mansoor lights up, "You're absolutely right. We need to make sure he fits in with us."
Lazzarato is a bit surprised to get a call from Mansoor and Mace asking for him to meet them at their hotel a few days later. He's not surprised that they called, just that it took them so long. He replies with a "thumbs up" text and preps himself for the evening.
When he arrives at the door, he hears the wrestlers bicker about who gets to open the door before it swings open with both of them standing their wearing the hotel robes and eager smiles on their faces.
"Welcome," Mace says motioning for Lazzarato to come in.
Mansoor leads him over to the desk where they all sit. Mansoor begins, "As you know the Maximum Male Models are the elite brand for modeling, and we'd like to give you an opportunity to join us."
"But," Mace interjects, "first we will need to see what kind of chemistry you have with us."
"Okay..." Lazzarato isn't sure if the two hunks are being serious or if this is part of a role playing scenario that they forgot to include him in.
Nonethless he stands back up and pulls his shirt off, stretching his arms over his head and flexing slightly just to drive the wrestlers wild.
"Mansoor, you're drooling again," Mace whispers.
Lazzarato drops his pants to his ankles, now fully naked. Mace guides him to the bed, which the pornstar crawls onto his hands and knees, looking back at Mace with a smile. Mansoor joins them, running a hand down his spine to get the pornstar to arch his back. He then sheds his robe and begins grabbing at Lazzarato's ass. Mace, discards his robe and climbs to the head of the bed, the mattress dipping a bit from all the weight. He slaps his dick at Lazzarato's face, prompting the pornstar to open his mouth, trying to lick it. While Mansoor spits against Lazzarato's entrance, Mace guides his head to his dick and Lazzarato begins sucking him off. Mansoor buries his face between Lazzarato's cheeks, eating the ass up, pausing only to look up at Mace who smiles back at him, pleased with Lazzarato so far.
So far this is everything Lazzarato was hoping for. He's got a big dick in his mouth and a tongue in his hole, and knows there's going to be more coming for him. And just like that he shivers as two of Mansoor's fingers work their way inside of him. Mansoor keeps one hand on the small of Lazzarato's back to keep him where he wants him while he twists his fingers around in him. Lazzarato moans, but Mace's dick muffles most of the noise coming out of the pornstar's mouth.
Mansoor then grabs the lube from the desk and slicks his cock. He sighs as he presses into Lazzarato's tight warmth. Mace moves behind Mansoor and snatches the lube out of Mansoor's hand. Mansoor slowly rolls his hips into Lazzarato, the pornstar now free to moan beneath him. Mace's slick fingers prod at Mansoor's entrance so the wrestler leans back against him. When the tip of Mace's cock penetrates him, Mansoor freezes. Mace tsk tsks behind him, grabbing his hips and moving them. "Come on, Manny. You can't be gentle with him. He's a model, not some fragile thing. We need to see what our chemistry is like. Or do you need me to do all the work?"
"Fuck," Mansoor breathes, the feeling of being full only heightening the pleasure building in him, yet still going slow.
He doesn't know why he's being so gentle with Lazzarato. The pornstar barely made a peep when Mansoor's dick filled his ass -- he can clearly take it. Still he rocks slowly between fucking himself on Mace's dick and fucking Lazzarato.
"That's it," Mace's patience has run out.
He grabs both of Lazzarato's hands and pulls him up as he he unleashes the force of his thrusts on to Mansoor. Mansoor propels forward into Lazzarato just as hard, nearly bowling over him. Mace continues with this pace, getting both men moaning. Mace knows there's a good chance that Mansoor will later accuse him of being bossy by this action, but right now he just cares about getting a good fuck in.
"Alright, alright," Mansoor calls out. "This position is good, let's explore some other poses."
He flips Lazzarato on his back and crawls out of the way so Mace can get in between the pornstar's legs. This time they spit roast Lazzarato with Mansoor kneeling to his side, letting Lazzarato suck him off as Mace pounds directly into the pornstar. Mace can't believe how stunning Lazzarato looks being fucked. He looks better getting brutalized like this than most of the men applying to be apart of Maximum Male Models. His hands trace down Lazzarato's furry body, feeling each chiseled ab to ensure it's not been airbrushed, all while fucking him hard the entire time. He looks too cute to not be embraced, so Mace leans forward and kisses Lazzarato before wrapping his arms around him and scooping him up in his arms. Holding him up in a hug the wrestler keeps bouncing him the air.
"Yes, Mace, show him what you've got," Mansoor cheers on.
Lazzarato enjoys being held in the air and fucked. Since he's not touching anything else he feels the intensity of each fuck. All of Mace's strength, being pushed into his hole, hitting his prostate, causing his head to spin.
Mansoor moves to the end of the bed, sitting straight up with his legs open. "Hand him off to me."
Mace nods, and seamlessly passes the pornstar to Mansoor, setting him on Mansoor's lap so he's facing away from his partner. It's such a smooth handoff that Lazzarato assumes that they've done this many times before with other men. Not that he has a problem with any of that. He presses his hands on Mansoor's thighs and bounces on him.
"Oh shit, that's it ride me," Mansoor encourages.
Mace crawls on the bed behind Mansoor, massaging his shoulders, "What do you think?"
"His hole is perfect," Mansoor relies.
"But what about his dick?"
Mace reaches around and grabs Lazzarato's dick, stopping it from helicoptering around, and gives is a squeeze.
"It's very important for him to be versatile," Mace says.
Mansoor nods in agreement, "You want him first or shall I?"
Mace kisses Mansoor's neck, "I'll give you the pleasure."
Mansoor stands back up and has Lazzarato get off of him. He directs him to the balcony and arches his back shaking his ass, inviting Lazzarato to get a piece of it. Lazzarato looks at Mace, who responds by nodding with approval. The pornstar pushes the tip of his cockhead inside and Mansoor lets out a salacious moan as he feels Lazzarato's hairy body against him.
As Lazzarato pushes inside him, he bites his lip and holds his breath until he is filled. Then Mansoor whines out, "Oh god, yes," that sounds far more dramatic than it should have been.
Lazzarato groans in his ear, "You're tighter than I thought."
Manoors blushes and then turns back to look at the view as Lazzarato starts to fuck his ass slowly. Mace approaches Lazzarato from behind, his dick brushing against his ass as he moves back and forth. "That's it. Now angle up a tad, that's how Mansoor likes it."
It feels odd being coached how to fuck, Lazzarato probably has more experience than both men combined, but he politely follows the commands, acting as if this is still some sort of role-playing scenario, which he honestly can't tell if it is or not.
"How is it Manny?" Mace asks, his hands rubbing up and down Lazzarato's sweaty body.
"So fucking good," Mansoor moans back. "Ahhhh..."
Lazzarato pumps his dick into Mansoor faster and faster, trying to match the brutal pace that Mace started them off with. Mansoor's ass cheeks clap together with each thrust, the wrestler roaring with delight.
"Alright there," Mace pulls Lazzarato off Mansoor, "Save some of that for me."
The wrestler pulls Lazzarato back into the room and flops on the bed, his plump ass ready to be fucked. Lazzarato looks back at Mansoor, feeling guilty about abruptly pulling out, but Mansoor looks eager to watch Mace get fucked. Lazzarato climbs on top of the big man and pushes his hands down, stuffing Mace's head into the mattress as he begins to hump him. Long, deep, forceful strokes that have Mace feel every inch of him.
"Holy shit Mansoor," Mace cries, "You didn't warn me."
"You've got this Mace," Mansoor says even though he hasn't heard these high-pitch whines coming out of Mace's mouth before.
"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Mace cries with each fuck.
It only feeds Lazzarato to keep going, even as Mansoor gets behind him, sandwiching him between their bodies. Lazzarato pulls back upright at the feeling of Mansoor entering him again. He then pistons himself back and forth getting all of Mansoor's dick in him and then thrusting forward and delivering the energy to Mace.
"Ohhh," Mansoor suddenly bursts out.
Mace doesn't know what caused his partner to scream, but Lazzarato feels it. Mansoor begins panting as his cock pulses, releasing streams of cum into Lazzarato's channel.
"I'm coming," Mansoor says somewhat delayed.
Mansoor trembles as he steps away, watching his seed drip out of Lazzarato's ass.
"Do you want me to come in you?" he asks Mace.
"Yes," Mace says, though he mishears this as "Come on you" and rolls over on to his back.
He pulls Lazzarato on to his lap, and grips his hands on his hips. He thrusts up in Lazzarato, nailing his prostate.
"Fuck!" the pornstar gasps.
Lazzarato takes over rising and dropping on Mace's thick cock and soon he's basically just bouncing up and down on his dick as if he’s riding a mechanical bull. Mace has no protests, and if he did Lazzarato wouldn't hear them as Mansoor feeds his partner his dick in his mouth. Lazzarato grasps at his own chest hungrily, commanding Mace to come inside of him which he does seconds later. Mace spits out Mansoors' cock and lets out a faint, but high-pitched moan, his eyes squeezed shut the entire time.
"Mmmmm..."
Lazzarato presses his hands on Mace's chest, grabbing and twisting at his nipples. And then without even touching his own dick he shoots his milky white load on to Mace's chocolate skin, splattering it on chest and stomach.
"Ahhhhhh ahhh ahhhh..." Lazzarato moans out, somehow not out of breath.
Mace props himself up on his elbows and Mansoor leans in so they can have a three-way kiss. Mansoor then looks at Mace waiting for him to say something.
"I think we have our newest member of Maximum Male Models," Mace says.
"What do you say?" Mansoor asks Lazzarato, giving the pornstar an option to have an opinion on the issue for the first time.
"Yes, of course."
Mansoor lights up hearing the news and pulls Lazzarato down on top of him. There's so much to do with getting more coordinating outfits, getting a press release made, and new group photos, but for now the three of them curl up together on the bed basking in the quiet afterglow.
Tough choice between Lazzarato and having a threesome with Mace and Mansoor, but as tempting as it would be to go with the wrestlers, I think I'd prefer to have Lazzarato all to myself.
"So you don't have to worry about him coming between us," Mansoor says. "Besides don't you remember how scared I was when we couldn't find you?"
"I know, I know, but that brings me back to what I was saying. There's more to being a Maximum Male Model than just being a model. We need to see if he has chemistry with us."
Mansoor lights up, "You're absolutely right. We need to make sure he fits in with us."
Lazzarato is a bit surprised to get a call from Mansoor and Mace asking for him to meet them at their hotel a few days later. He's not surprised that they called, just that it took them so long. He replies with a "thumbs up" text and preps himself for the evening.
When he arrives at the door, he hears the wrestlers bicker about who gets to open the door before it swings open with both of them standing their wearing the hotel robes and eager smiles on their faces.
"Welcome," Mace says motioning for Lazzarato to come in.
Mansoor leads him over to the desk where they all sit. Mansoor begins, "As you know the Maximum Male Models are the elite brand for modeling, and we'd like to give you an opportunity to join us."
"But," Mace interjects, "first we will need to see what kind of chemistry you have with us."
"Okay..." Lazzarato isn't sure if the two hunks are being serious or if this is part of a role playing scenario that they forgot to include him in.
Nonethless he stands back up and pulls his shirt off, stretching his arms over his head and flexing slightly just to drive the wrestlers wild.
"Mansoor, you're drooling again," Mace whispers.
Lazzarato drops his pants to his ankles, now fully naked. Mace guides him to the bed, which the pornstar crawls onto his hands and knees, looking back at Mace with a smile. Mansoor joins them, running a hand down his spine to get the pornstar to arch his back. He then sheds his robe and begins grabbing at Lazzarato's ass. Mace, discards his robe and climbs to the head of the bed, the mattress dipping a bit from all the weight. He slaps his dick at Lazzarato's face, prompting the pornstar to open his mouth, trying to lick it. While Mansoor spits against Lazzarato's entrance, Mace guides his head to his dick and Lazzarato begins sucking him off. Mansoor buries his face between Lazzarato's cheeks, eating the ass up, pausing only to look up at Mace who smiles back at him, pleased with Lazzarato so far.
So far this is everything Lazzarato was hoping for. He's got a big dick in his mouth and a tongue in his hole, and knows there's going to be more coming for him. And just like that he shivers as two of Mansoor's fingers work their way inside of him. Mansoor keeps one hand on the small of Lazzarato's back to keep him where he wants him while he twists his fingers around in him. Lazzarato moans, but Mace's dick muffles most of the noise coming out of the pornstar's mouth.
"Fuck," Mansoor breathes, the feeling of being full only heightening the pleasure building in him, yet still going slow.
He doesn't know why he's being so gentle with Lazzarato. The pornstar barely made a peep when Mansoor's dick filled his ass -- he can clearly take it. Still he rocks slowly between fucking himself on Mace's dick and fucking Lazzarato.
"That's it," Mace's patience has run out.
He grabs both of Lazzarato's hands and pulls him up as he he unleashes the force of his thrusts on to Mansoor. Mansoor propels forward into Lazzarato just as hard, nearly bowling over him. Mace continues with this pace, getting both men moaning. Mace knows there's a good chance that Mansoor will later accuse him of being bossy by this action, but right now he just cares about getting a good fuck in.
"Alright, alright," Mansoor calls out. "This position is good, let's explore some other poses."
He flips Lazzarato on his back and crawls out of the way so Mace can get in between the pornstar's legs. This time they spit roast Lazzarato with Mansoor kneeling to his side, letting Lazzarato suck him off as Mace pounds directly into the pornstar. Mace can't believe how stunning Lazzarato looks being fucked. He looks better getting brutalized like this than most of the men applying to be apart of Maximum Male Models. His hands trace down Lazzarato's furry body, feeling each chiseled ab to ensure it's not been airbrushed, all while fucking him hard the entire time. He looks too cute to not be embraced, so Mace leans forward and kisses Lazzarato before wrapping his arms around him and scooping him up in his arms. Holding him up in a hug the wrestler keeps bouncing him the air.
"Yes, Mace, show him what you've got," Mansoor cheers on.
Lazzarato enjoys being held in the air and fucked. Since he's not touching anything else he feels the intensity of each fuck. All of Mace's strength, being pushed into his hole, hitting his prostate, causing his head to spin.
Mansoor moves to the end of the bed, sitting straight up with his legs open. "Hand him off to me."
Mace nods, and seamlessly passes the pornstar to Mansoor, setting him on Mansoor's lap so he's facing away from his partner. It's such a smooth handoff that Lazzarato assumes that they've done this many times before with other men. Not that he has a problem with any of that. He presses his hands on Mansoor's thighs and bounces on him.
"Oh shit, that's it ride me," Mansoor encourages.
Mace crawls on the bed behind Mansoor, massaging his shoulders, "What do you think?"
"His hole is perfect," Mansoor relies.
"But what about his dick?"
Mace reaches around and grabs Lazzarato's dick, stopping it from helicoptering around, and gives is a squeeze.
"It's very important for him to be versatile," Mace says.
Mansoor nods in agreement, "You want him first or shall I?"
Mace kisses Mansoor's neck, "I'll give you the pleasure."
As Lazzarato pushes inside him, he bites his lip and holds his breath until he is filled. Then Mansoor whines out, "Oh god, yes," that sounds far more dramatic than it should have been.
Lazzarato groans in his ear, "You're tighter than I thought."
Manoors blushes and then turns back to look at the view as Lazzarato starts to fuck his ass slowly. Mace approaches Lazzarato from behind, his dick brushing against his ass as he moves back and forth. "That's it. Now angle up a tad, that's how Mansoor likes it."
It feels odd being coached how to fuck, Lazzarato probably has more experience than both men combined, but he politely follows the commands, acting as if this is still some sort of role-playing scenario, which he honestly can't tell if it is or not.
"How is it Manny?" Mace asks, his hands rubbing up and down Lazzarato's sweaty body.
"So fucking good," Mansoor moans back. "Ahhhh..."
Lazzarato pumps his dick into Mansoor faster and faster, trying to match the brutal pace that Mace started them off with. Mansoor's ass cheeks clap together with each thrust, the wrestler roaring with delight.
"Alright there," Mace pulls Lazzarato off Mansoor, "Save some of that for me."
The wrestler pulls Lazzarato back into the room and flops on the bed, his plump ass ready to be fucked. Lazzarato looks back at Mansoor, feeling guilty about abruptly pulling out, but Mansoor looks eager to watch Mace get fucked. Lazzarato climbs on top of the big man and pushes his hands down, stuffing Mace's head into the mattress as he begins to hump him. Long, deep, forceful strokes that have Mace feel every inch of him.
"Holy shit Mansoor," Mace cries, "You didn't warn me."
"You've got this Mace," Mansoor says even though he hasn't heard these high-pitch whines coming out of Mace's mouth before.
"Ahhh ahhh ahhh," Mace cries with each fuck.
It only feeds Lazzarato to keep going, even as Mansoor gets behind him, sandwiching him between their bodies. Lazzarato pulls back upright at the feeling of Mansoor entering him again. He then pistons himself back and forth getting all of Mansoor's dick in him and then thrusting forward and delivering the energy to Mace.
"Ohhh," Mansoor suddenly bursts out.
Mace doesn't know what caused his partner to scream, but Lazzarato feels it. Mansoor begins panting as his cock pulses, releasing streams of cum into Lazzarato's channel.
"I'm coming," Mansoor says somewhat delayed.
Mansoor trembles as he steps away, watching his seed drip out of Lazzarato's ass.
"Do you want me to come in you?" he asks Mace.
"Yes," Mace says, though he mishears this as "Come on you" and rolls over on to his back.
He pulls Lazzarato on to his lap, and grips his hands on his hips. He thrusts up in Lazzarato, nailing his prostate.
"Fuck!" the pornstar gasps.
Lazzarato takes over rising and dropping on Mace's thick cock and soon he's basically just bouncing up and down on his dick as if he’s riding a mechanical bull. Mace has no protests, and if he did Lazzarato wouldn't hear them as Mansoor feeds his partner his dick in his mouth. Lazzarato grasps at his own chest hungrily, commanding Mace to come inside of him which he does seconds later. Mace spits out Mansoors' cock and lets out a faint, but high-pitched moan, his eyes squeezed shut the entire time.
"Mmmmm..."
Lazzarato presses his hands on Mace's chest, grabbing and twisting at his nipples. And then without even touching his own dick he shoots his milky white load on to Mace's chocolate skin, splattering it on chest and stomach.
"Ahhhhhh ahhh ahhhh..." Lazzarato moans out, somehow not out of breath.
Mace props himself up on his elbows and Mansoor leans in so they can have a three-way kiss. Mansoor then looks at Mace waiting for him to say something.
"I think we have our newest member of Maximum Male Models," Mace says.
"What do you say?" Mansoor asks Lazzarato, giving the pornstar an option to have an opinion on the issue for the first time.
"Yes, of course."
Mansoor lights up hearing the news and pulls Lazzarato down on top of him. There's so much to do with getting more coordinating outfits, getting a press release made, and new group photos, but for now the three of them curl up together on the bed basking in the quiet afterglow.
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