2025/04/30
PeterFever
It's a reality tv world and we're all living in it. Welcome to the catty fuckboi
lair of the Real HouseHusbands, LA's backbiting-est, rawfucking-est guys you're
ever gonna run into, or run from. Out on a shady terrace, Colt reveals that he's
got a new gig as a sort of fitness trainer. Bitchy bro Phoenix starts tearing
him down in true reality villain style. "So you're a kind of dance fitness
trainer?" he sneers. Hans notices and confesses to the camera that he and Colt
have been exchanging glances through the brouhaha. When Colt picks Hans up to
demonstrate the "fitness" angle of his group dance classes, both of them start
feeling that familiar rustling in the crotch. "I got what I wanted, as I always
do..." Colt explains, as we cut to see him swapping tongues with Hans on the
nearest mattress. The dance class fitness trainer soon peels down his boxers to
give Hans first crack at his oversized fucktool. once they're on the bed
exchanging rimjobs, it's clear where this is headed. Hans squats onto Colt's
stiff manrammer, and Colt rises to his knees to drill in balls deep. Hans lifts
one leg halfway to the ceiling as Colt pounds in hard. Once they're doin' it
doggie, Colt just has to let his sperm splatter. He pulls out to spray a load
from ass crack to the scruff of Hans' neck. Pushing back in, he squirts a last
few for good measure before Hans geysers out his own creamy batch.
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