Bareback In The Warehouse - Part 4

Guys from all over town figure the old warehouse always has a mouth or an ass open, so they swing by. Xavier rolls up on blond Ricky beating his fat uncut hog, no words wasted; five seconds later they’re throating each other, lips sticky with clear precum and hustling for more. Ricky spins around, arches his back, and slides down that thick rod till his hole winks at the root. He works it like he knows the shape, jerking up and down, muscles milking, belly tightening. The surge hits and he shoots heavy spurts that coat the cracked floor; Xavier pulls free, grips hard and shells another creamy load across Ricky’s cheeks in warm stripes.