Stephen Charles and Brent Brandt

Judging from the way they have hurried home and busted through the door, it’s safe to assume and Stephen Charles & Brent Brandt have something up their sleeves. Or more accurately, something in their bag. Letting it out, Brent pulls a Fleshjack from one of the compartments, and Stephen is amped. Having never tried one, he practically tears off his jeans to get at it. Brent sucks him off just a little until he’s nice and hard and then he goes at it, slipping the mouth around the tip of his head and then plunging it down the shaft, as Brent watches and plays with his balls. The sight of it all seems to make Brent hornier by the minute, as he disrobes garment by garment, until he is fully naked and can take no more, grabbing the device off of Stephen’s cock and replacing it with his mouth, slurping on Stephen’s pulsating head, throbbing from the sensation and ready for more. Brent climbs on top and mounts Stephen in the chair, thrusting his pelvis into Stephen and grinding on the base of his cock until Stephen flips him over and pounds him from behind. Brent is on all fours as Stephen thrusts away, until he flips over and loses his load, and Stephen does the same, dripping it all over the mouth of the Fleshjack.