Tourist Martin Mazza is photographing Barcelona’s famous cathedral when he’s approached by Aybars, whose bulging shoulders complement his sleeveless shirt. They chat and stroll off to Aybars’ place. Suddenly they are in the shower, kissing deeply as they wash the day’s dust off their furry bodies, using their tongues as if they were washcloths. They face-fuck each other in long, slow strokes from stem to base.
Aybars grabs Martin’s ass from behind, kneading and spreading his glutes, and burying his face deep in the crack. Off to the bedroom, where Aybars continues to take charge, holding Martin’s cock upright while he sucks it, slapping his ass, running his cock along Martin’s crack, sliding two fingers into the hole and taking one more taste before fucking the hole he’s been eating.
Aybars takes his time, making sure his cut cock goes all the way in, then pulling it all the way out. Repeat, increasing the tempo with each stroke until Martin’s haunches come to life and assume a counterthrust to Aybar’s strokes. Martin collapses face-down on the sheets and Aybars falls on top of him, with an unstoppable rhythm. Two positions later, Martin and Aybars both squirt gobs of jism onto Martin’s gorgeously furred chest.