The air in Lesha's cramped apartment was thick with sweat and anticipation. He knelt on the worn carpet, his asshole already slicked up with lube, glistening under the harsh light of Andryusha's camera. Vitka stood behind him, his thick cock already hard and throbbing, slapping it against Lesha's cheeks.

"Open up, slut," Vitka growled, his voice rough. Lesha moaned, spreading his knees wider, his own dick leaking pre-cum onto the floor. He could feel the blunt head of Vitka's meat pressing against his tight ring. "Gonna wreck this hole for the camera."

Andryusha zoomed in, the lens focusing on Lesha's quivering entrance. "Yeah, get that shot," Vitka said, before pushing in slowly. Lesha cried out as the fat cockhead stretched him open, the burn mixing with pleasure. Vitka's balls slapped against him as he bottomed out, filling Lesha up completely.

"Fuck, he's tight," Vitka grunted, starting to pump in and out. Each thrust was a deep, claiming stroke, making Lesha's prostate sing. The wet, squelching sounds of penetration filled the room, mixed with Lesha's ragged breaths.

Andryusha put the camera on a tripod and stripped, his own erection bobbing. "My turn in that ass," he said, lubing up. He positioned himself in front of Lesha. "Suck it clean first, whore."

Lesha took Andryusha's cock into his mouth, tasting salt and pre-cum as he bobbed his head. Andry