For Cole, it’s a “ridge inferno”—Cole’s 9-incher grinds Dylan’s hole, Dylan tracing the coronal ridge with his walls, whistling the frat chant, Cole hissing, “Own my fucking labyrinth.” The ridge burns, stretching Dylan’s rim to the breaking point, but his cock throbs, leaking, his body screaming for more.Dylan’s a wreck—tears flooding, blond hair plastered, chin slick with spit and lube, hole gaping and raw, 8+ inch rod pulsing, leaking onto the hardwood. Gay porn Ethan twists the plug, slow and sadistic, lube squelching, the widest point stretching Dylan’s rim to a torturous limit. Cole escalates, demanding Dylan curl his tongue around Ethan’s shaft during shallow thrusts, “Paint my fucking labyrinth, bro.” Dylan’s breaking—jaw numb, hole a raw inferno, tears streaming—but his lacrosse stamina holds, his 8+ inch rod leaking, abs flexing, driven by a rabid need to conquer this. Dylan’s on all fours, Ryan’s load leaking from his stretched, burning hole, plug discarded, 6’2” frame trembling. On the final cycle, Dylan’s body collapses into ecstasy—abs clench, quads flex, and he cums untouched, a massive load spraying across the floor, his 8+ inches pulsing violently, shaking through choked sobs.
