Happy Birthday, Pravisht…
Another year of that sharp jaw, those hungry eyes, and that body that keeps driving us all a little crazy. Wishing you a day filled with pure pleasure and wild success.
And to all you filthy, devoted fans of Pravisht…
This story?
It’s for you.
He stayed inside, grinding slowly, watching his seed leak out around his cock as Pravisht trembled beneath him. Saurabh finally pulled out, watching the mess drip from Pravisht’s used hole. Clothes half-on and ruined, the confessional still smelling of sex and sweat.
When Pravisht came, it was with a broken moan, thick ropes shooting across his Saurabh legs while he kept pounding him through the orgasm. Saurabh followed seconds later, burying himself to the hilt and flooding Pravisht’s hole with hot, pulsing cum.
Pravisht leaned back, legs spread wide, letting Saurabh pound up into him. Spit & precome mixed where their bodies met. Saurabh’s hands gripped Pravisht’s thighs, holding him open as he fucked harder, the wet sound of cock driving into that stretched hole filling the small room.
They moved to the bench. Saurabh sat & pulled Pravisht down onto his cock. Shirt open, vest gone, Pravisht rode that thick dick hard while Saurabh thrust up. Cocks slapped; Saurabh stroked Pravisht’s shaft with every deep stroke into his ass.
Look at him. That thick, hard cock hanging heavy between his legs, those hairy thighs spread open like an invitation. He’s staring straight at the camera like he already knows you’re hard just from looking. Every inch of him is built to ruin you 🥵