The air in the loft was thick with musk and anticipation. Rico, a tall Latino with defined abs, ran his hands over Tank's broad, hairy chest. Tank, a bald powerhouse with thick arms, groaned as Rico's fingers tweaked his hard brown nipples. "You like that, big man?" Rico whispered, before sinking to his knees.

Rico didn't waste time. He took Tank's thick, uncut cock deep into his throat in one smooth motion. The salty pre-cum hit his tongue as he worked his jaw, bobbing his head with wet, sloppy sounds. Tank threw his head back, his hands gripping Rico's dark hair. "Fuck yeah, suck that dick," he grunted.

From the couch, Leo watched, stroking his own impressive length. He was lean and tattooed, his cock already leaking. "My turn," he said, his voice husky. He moved behind Rico, who was still servicing Tank. Leo spat into his palm and rubbed his spit-slicked cock against Rico's tight, smooth asshole. "This entrance needs opening."

Rico moaned around Tank's shaft, pushing his ass back in invitation. Leo pressed the head of his dick against the pucker, applying steady pressure until the ring of muscle gave way with a soft, wet pop. Rico shuddered, the dual sensation of a mouth full of cock and an ass being filled making him see stars.

Leo started a slow, deep rhythm, each thrust making Rico's body jolt forward, forcing Tank's dick deeper down his throat. The room filled with the sounds of skin slapping, guttural groans, and the obscene squelch of a well-fucked hole. "